guuuh

i want you

closer

unfortunately it was not cloudy/foggy.

take me higher

some required

breezy is out dancing it up and staring at some hot german guy's face, while i'm tuned in to david letterman, waiting to see ashley olsen. after padraic yelling i quickly got out of that situation by going silent and making it awkward, thus ending my phone conversation. i felt a little strange today because i finally went to a full week of school. tomorrow is halloween, obviously, and breezy and i are spending some rad time with friends under the fireworks(breeze if you by chance read this before we see eachother i can either get there at six or four). i'm not sure how i'm feeling about halloween this year, to be honest. -a

october

faking fashion

I don't know if i've ever talked about how much I love this editorial. It's my favourite, in the entire world.

breezy easy

oh love

wordddd

Today was fairly interesting. Not much happened, other than photobooth during Psycholoy, and a test during Biology, both with SB. Sorry for the messy blog posts lately, I'm dragging myself to do them. These pictures are from this morning, gorgeous. One of my friends, WT, can take credit for the first two. I love having a bus stop at a park on the water because the sunrises are so FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. Tomorrow SB and I are taking some time out of our busy, busy lives and taking a stroll down to the beach to take some phots. I'm hoping it'll be an overcast, fall day tomorrow and we'll give off the old men at sea vibe. BORING. God, just stop reading now.. -A

salinger quotes

One night some twenty years ago, during a siege of mumps in our enormous family, my youngest sister, Franny, was moved, crib and all, into the ostensibly germ-free room I shared with my eldest brother, Seymour. I was fifteen, Seymour was seventeen. Along about two in the morning, the new roommate's crying wakened me. I lay in a still, neutral position for a few minutes, listening to the racket, till I heard, or felt, Seymour stir in the bed next to mine.

How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person on the other end shouts back 'What?'

Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion.

When Seymour was twenty-one, a nearly full professor of English, and had already been teaching for two years, I asked him what, if anything, got him down about teaching. He said he didn't think that anything about it got him exactly down, but there was one thing, he thought, that frightened him: reading the pencilled notations in the margins of books in the colledge library.

oy vey

i want youuu, i want you so baaad... i am such a sleepy suzy. my life would be so much better with this dress in my possession. -a

a better son/daughter

b-rz

gorgy

(maybe if you're lucky b-reez.)

faking fashion

I saw you walking once under powder blue skies
You looked cold still, your color was high
And I tried to talk to you, but you walked right by
I don't know which I said then, hello or goodbye
We all want to be pure
But it isn't a very easy thing now, is it
To do?

bright eyes - amy in the white coat

its not really my type of song but i enjoy the lyrics. hey airy, when it snows, can we have a photoshoot? its the most beautiful thing in the world.

breezy breezy breezy

recent inspiration

the lion

the lion

the lion

music is art

peter callesen
(just paper, no big deal)

peter callesen
(once again with that no big deal thing)

little people- a tiny street art project

the lion

Ok.. plans for today go as follows: nothing. Maybe clean my room, but I plan on nothing. It'll be lovely. Hope you enjoy the photos. Love, A.

newest purchase

I bought a Fisheye 2 Lomography camera yesterday! Oh sweet camera, I think I'm in love. Step aside Padraic (or my d60)! It was fairly cheap, and I got a good deal with the film. I can't wait to start developing:)
On another note, I'm almost finished with the shirt. Breez.. gimme a while with yours, it takes forever. School has been stressful lately, and work. All I want to do is sleep and dream and watch movies and drink tea and take pictures and be with Padraic and be happy and smiley and good at things and listen to music and watch it rain and pet my cat and travel and not have people ever order soy cappuccinos. I'm sorry, it's sleeplessness that does this kind of thing to me. -A

and they're howling

faking fashion@lj

I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, bid them away, I pleaded and cried
there's no room in my life for you or your howling
let my undo these ropes and go on living without you
not just change where I live
go on get, I said
I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them off
after getting set free
but there's no such thing as living without their prowling

the microphones - great ghosts (live)

breezy

i wish more than anything else in the world for everyone to be happy.
i will stop talking about people like they are objects and trivializing issues and trust.

breezy

gadzooks

i keep thinking about neutral milk hotel and that jeff mangum has been appearing and my heart feels like it will explode.

breezy sometimes called rose wallace goldaline

copy

Well I decided to copy Camille and rip up my clothing.
It's already taken over an hour and a half
Here you go Breezy! It's hellishly annoying.

-A.

M.

RS took these, mm I love.

i believe they want you to give in

oh god why am i not doing homework jesus

breezy

gah

This was my father's shirt from Hawaii. Good times, good times.

pretty i feel stealy

THE LION

i have holes too

they say "hey breezy you have holes in your tights" but what they really mean is "hey breezy you're a skank/put some fucking clothes on"
i say "i know!" but what i really mean is "i love them so shut the fuck up"

yepppppp
breezy

p.s. thats grouchy cat in my arms

i'm turning this into a photo blog

This was my morning. I lost my motor skills at school, so I left. Breezy's going to kill me.

I destroyed some tights last night in a fit of anger.

calendar girl

mostly mixologies and fakingfashion and pictorialize @ lj i think

breezy

because i have got nothing real just empty space to fill

It's all moving fast now, yeah
And that's what they say
And though some days still take forever
I can't disagree
Because it seems to me
That I wake up and sleep
Look in the mirror and have no idea
What happened in-between

winter is there waiting in the air to drop its icicle frostiness on my eyelashes and fingertips and skirt hem. i can smell the freshness in the air and see the dates fall off my calendar closing in on those lovely days where houses glow with lights and it's frozen all day long.

i am so so so so so ready . this a happy post. i also overwrite things sometimes, can't you tell?

i love you all,
breezy callahan

;SLGHSKJF

Well I am just the worst blogger ever. Go ahead and agree with me. Thank you. I have been so sleepy lately, and so un-dreamy. It's not exciting in the least. I wish I could say that I've been busy, to cover up my lack of posts, but the truth is, I haven't. All I've been doing is listening to music (Explosions in the Sky, Radiohead, Bright Eyes/Conor Oberst, the Arcade Fire, ...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead and Flight of the Conchords, to say a few) and having some quarrels with those I care about. BREEZY I'M GLAD YOU'RE BETTER. Happy belated(does that apply here?) Thanksgiving to all of us Canadians. Oops, another slip on where we are located! Blah blah blah, I know, I know Breezy, BORING. All I wish is for it to be winter time already. Mmm.. tights and scarves and hats and coats and lovely lovely love.
If money wasn't an issue:
I love
I want you to not be over two hundred dollars
mmm be mine
MENSWEAR
I need you
this wouldn't be too bad either
LOVE
lovely lovely
anyways, enough enough. I could go all night. I'm too tired for anything right now. I'm too tired not to be with Padraic. Sleepy sleepy sleepy. I miss. I sleep soon. Watch High Fidelity.

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