Purpose...

Words reduce reality to something the human mind can grasp, which isn’t very much.

— Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

flo dron by bruna kazinoti for tank ‘primitive’

I may….

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.

— Albert Camus, The Stranger
'anastasia' by alyona kuzmina

Truth….

"If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.” 

― Virginia Woolf
Dos cabalgando juntas- Drew Mosley

no mystery...

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

– Richard Siken

image by mady dooijes 

Miss me….

"Miss me sometimes, dear. Not on most occasions, but the Seldoms of the Mind.”

— Emily Dickinson

Kasia Bielska

happiness...

How can it be that, linked to such suffering, her face is still the face of happiness for me?

— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1942-1951
Kate Moss by Corinne Day- 1990

I woke...

I woke up with your heart

in my mouth

Your name slipping from my mind

and pouring out of my hands.

- Tapiwa Mugabe 

anastasia by alyona kuzmina, U+mag

roses...

…Throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.

— Friedrich Nietzsche
image by mady dooijes

Travel….

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

— Gustave Flaubert 
“Wandering Trip” for Fudge Magazine.

Everything is a diary...

Your handwriting. The way you walk.

Which china pattern you choose.

It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand.

Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.

— Chuck Palahniuk 

"Come as You Are": Karen Elson by Cass Bird for Vogue Korea October 2013

Love...

Love never dies a natural death.

It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.

It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

― Anaïs Nin

Photographed by Guy Bourdin for Complice by Gianni Versace Spring/Summer 1977 (Ad Campaign)

Stops and starts….

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.

The way it stops and starts.

— Edgar Allan Poe

comme des garçons, Idoménée Fashion Book S/S 2013 by Sophie Delaporte

So goes the smoke...

Every place is within walking distance; people are the ones out of reach.

— Rakishi, “So goes the smoke" cir. 1918 

Untitled (Hand with long sleeved blouse), Vogue, 1968 (Richard Avedon)

A nice quiet place...

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future,

not what had not been but what would never be.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place

"Dream Girl", Kate Moss by Ryan McGinley for W July 2007

rewrite...

I'll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, you won’t be able to see beyond it.

— warsan shire 

comme des garçons

All she wanted….

All she wanted

was find a place to stretch her bones

A place to lengthen her smiles

and spread her hair

A place where her legs could walk

without cutting and bruising

A place unchained

She was born out of ocean breath.

I reminded her; 

‘Stop pouring so much of yourself

into hearts that have no room for themselves

Do not thin yourself

Be vast

You do not bring the ocean to a river’

— you are oceanic, Tapiwa Mugabe

future perfect (detail) - snejana onopka’s hands photographed by steven meisel for vogue italia dec. 2005

your own actions….

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.” 

― Dalai Lama XIV

Tilda by Katerina Jebb

journey...

The journey changes you - it should change you.

It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body.

You take something with you… Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

— Anthony Bourdain 

Helena Christensen Photography

still...

I still feel the madness rushing through me,

but I still haven’t gotten the word down the way I want it, the tiger is still on my back.

— Charles Bukowski, My Madness

Irina by Julia Hetta for Another Magazine published: spring/summer 2013

a new way...

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

— Marcel Proust (French novelist, essayist, critic; 1871-1922)

Grace Jones

sweetness...

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness.

We have no scar to show for happiness.

We learn so little from peace.

― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

gregoire alexandre

unperfect...

A true relationship is two unperfect people refusing to give up on each other. 

unknown —(via awelltraveledwoman)

shadowy vignettes by Hannah Sewryn