the haim ladies are not hiding behind any of that hair.
“People who grow bored in their own company seem to me in danger.”
Let’s be nice to the legs, the backs and fronts of them, to all the different sides, the nice ones and the ones you never saw, to the hair, wherever it is and isn’t and whether it’s thin or isn’t, for the rest of the day(s) let’s do our best to look at women like we look at other things we love without quite knowing yet.
It’s almost spring
It’ll be summer soon
March is almost here
It will be light out after work
Then it will be April
You should get a spray tan.
photo taken in prospect park by my bro, who went there and did that a lot this year.
see more here
and his last brooklyn photo project here
“everything in the world is just something someone made up.”
second and third and fourth that emotion. found here.
new year, new high school grandma styles to aspire to.
band of outsiders from garance.
can’t take my eyes off of you.
Certainly “safe” is what I am now – or am supposed to be. Safety is in me, holds me straight, like a spine. My blood travels no new routes, simply knows its way, lingers, grows drowsy and fond. Though there are times, even recently, when I’ve left my husband for a late walk…and felt an old wildness again. Revenant and drunken. It isn’t sexual, not really. It has more to do with adventure and escape, like a boy’s desire to run away, revving thwartedly like a wish, twisting in me like a bolt, some shadow fastened at the feet and gunning for the rest, though, finally, it has always stayed to one side, as if it were some other impossible life and knew it, like a good dog, good dog, good dog. It has always stayed.
Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?