A tale for my beloved: a story by Anooke.
'It was a cold day on the shores of the Black Sea when she first felt her heart beat. She knew she had met the man she would elope with. So she did. And she grew a moustache.'
'After three months of marital bliss, she realised that she could never love the kind of man who listened to electronic music and bought apples only to let them go floury in the fruit bowl.'
'So she fled back to Transylvania. Got an office job. And bought a sausage dog. Fin.'
Anooke – you are divine.
An unexpected ferry ride.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
We finally got to the very creepy island and wandered around to see the different films, sculptures and installations. I was impressed by some pieces, but others had me saying 'really?' and 'are you for real?'. Maybe I just don't understand modern art.
I loved some of the old buildings and architectural detail on the island – you know me, I'm a sucker for typography on buildings!
All in all we had a lovely day that finished with a trip to Black Star Pastry. It was an adventure.
It's true, I crave you.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
Let's just stop and think, before I lose face
Surely I can't fall, into a game of chase
Around his little finger, that boy has got me curled
I try to reach out, but he's in his own world
This boy's got my head tied in knots with all his games
I simply want him more because he looks the other way
"Crave You' by Flight Facilities, image via we heart it.
Charmed by a gate.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Thoughtful strangers.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Image via We Heart It
Could there be a more perfect combination?
Friday, July 2, 2010
Kate Murphy's cards are just perfect. I love them. They make me happy!
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