la bebe fal: Archive

I’ve written a couple letters the past 2 days. I am already excited for the responses that I will hopefully get and I haven’t even sent them off yet. Snail mail is more exciting than I remember.

I am so insanely busy but I do really love it. I believe that I spend a lot more time than the average person considering the fact that I am only going to be alive once. I am only going to be 19 years old, working where I work and doing what I do this one time. This is my one chance, and I am going to make it a good one.

However, I got a $124 no seatbelt ticket this morning. This and the 5 mph over the speed limit ticket I got can be added to my ‘fuck the police’ list.

I have gotten a million rolls of film developed and I used about a roll a day while the sun was out. I’m excited for it come out again so I can have more and more stacks of photos that I might use one day. or might not.

It’s healthy to let things go that aren’t making you feel good. But for some reason, it’s really hard for me to. Sometimes I have to, it stabs a little, but I’m doing it (for once).

Mar 31, 2011

“What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible.. Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.” —Egyptian Book of the Dead (via elige)

Mar 27, 201120,886 notes

“Loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude.” —Charles Bukowski (via oceanofmind)

Mar 24, 2011255 notes

Mar 24, 2011

#Canon AE-1 #Film #Light Leak #Spring

“You have to learn meditation to enjoy your emptiness. And that is one of the greatest days in life — when a person starts enjoying emptiness, aloneness, nothingness.” —Osho (via oceanofmind)

Mar 20, 2011182 notes

Mar 20, 2011258 notes

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” —Sylvia Plath (via imprecise)

Mar 20, 201120 notes

Mar 20, 2011469 notes

Mar 20, 20113,962 notes

Goodbye Horses Q Lazzarus

Not Strange Winged Snail Candy Claws

this + sunshine. four minutes and eighteen seconds of pure bliss.

Mar 9, 2011

Mar 7, 2011

Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

1795:

“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”

(via aliz-ard-deactivated20100919)

Mar 7, 2011

Mar 7, 2011459 notes

In other news I am completely content with life and ready to take on the world, and have felt this way long enough to know that it’s true. Loving my job, loving my friends, loving the opportunities to re-order everything in a way that is balanced. If you miraculously found my tumblr, congratulations (I don’t particularly want people to read this, but finders keepers.)

Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011614 notes

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March 2011

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