brother see we are one and the same

"your face"
"i am recessive."
"you're asian, those are two different things."
we ate yam fries and walked in the rain tonight. spontaneity ftw

major luv
b&a

mother fucker.

it's a good thing you all have breezy back because my fucking computer is broken now. goodbye until further notice.

simple twist of fate

my camera is FINALLY back!! i'm so happy :) among getting my beloved snappy back i also got these cute little hair clips from a vintage shop, and a grey aa tri-blend raglen (i've got one in evergreen). to prepare for tomorrow i've gotta go and study about passchendaele, ypres, the sommes.. etc. hope all your weekends were lovely!! xx -a
ps, i hope everyone had a great valentines day. i would love to hear about it!

sup guys

sorry for the lack of quality in this photo, my mom just took a quick shot of these two (there's nine) little ones at her friends house. yay for cute puppies!

let us review

i guess i am a prophet... i'm not big on animal print, but what, 2 days after i post an animal print skirt this hideously ugly and fantastically tacky cheetah print dress walks into my life? oh, and thats tassely (the leather jacket) on the left, the child of the three girls in this photo.

now for some nice writing for you:
waiting for godot

Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you?

But that is not the question. Why are we here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come.

tom stoppard (it was going to just be the real thing but one: i can't find a copy of the script online and two: he says a lot of great stuff)

Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead.

Success in life is to maintain this ecstasy, to burn always with this hard gemlike flame.

there was this one really, really beautiful monologue but i can't find it wahhh. i should go write my reviews. i have to work tomorrow... with none of my friend employees. gross. but money, which i need, is not gross. yes!

lots of love,
b.

has anyone been?

(image from google)

Don't give up hope on yourself, no.
Just be patient about the fact that .... how things are unfolding.
Because ..... you're less ... why are you afraid to start?
I think you should go.
I think you should go.
You know, plan ahead, pack the things that you think you're gonna need,
And then just go.
Cassadaga might be just a premonition of a place you're going to visit.

what do you know about cassadaga? (i'm talking about the camp, not the album) i'm really interested. this has been something i've been thinking about for a while now.

where did you sleep last night?

forest family

i recently (and by recently i mean yesterday) started reading extremely loud and incredibly close. it's been making me think a lot. today is a kind of lazy day (then what was friday a!? answer: do a whole power point presentation to start and finish a class in two weeks, obviously.).. although i would prefer it not to be. my cell doesn't get reception at my house (WHAT A DOWNER) and my room needs cleaning. there's another project to do for that class that needs to be completed.. (i chose models and fashion, so i can still read blogs and say that i'm doing my work) i'll post again later! xx by the way, has anyone else been having extremely strange dreams? or is it just me? edit: i add photos to my flickr (link is to the right) almost every day, except for the next two weeks. i just added a bunch from my memory card, taken yesterday before i took it in.

materialism

hey guys, it's me again.. today my mother decided to take me for a little trip in the city:)
it resulted in a new phone and these in black(they look better in person)
i was a little sad today though because i sent my camera in for a cleaning, and it's going to take about two weeks (at least, DAMN YOU FUTURE SHOP), which is ridiculously heartbreaking. i actually almost cried when i handed it to the woman. today was good though, otherwise. we went to a craft store, and i got a bunch of feathers (for headbands and such) and spray paint (not for tagging, i swear) and some kick butt stickers. how are all of your weekends going? much love. -a

there is our rap, some messy yam fries (you can't take me anywhere) and breezy's feet (to see more go here). i am basically dead on the account of no sleep, but i would really love to know what you think of colour yellow, seeing as i hate it.