23 Wednesday May 2012
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Bed, Christina Rossetti, Love, Love lost, Photography, Pillow talk, Poetry, Relationships, Tears, Writing
© Joan Currie
Lie still, lie still my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream’s sake.
by Christina Rossetti
Thinking of the days that will never be…
22 Tuesday May 2012
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Beauty, Fashion, Labyrinth of Desire, Lauren DiMarco, Photography, Relationships, Rosemary Sullivan
© Kevin Osmond Man – detail
Eventually, however, you discover that you have nurtured in another what you should have nurtured in yourself and you are left empty. Even damaged. Bending your will to his, you lose your own passions and dreams.
from Labyrinth of Desire by Rosemary Sullivan
The cost of loving you has proven to be too high.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Design, Fashion, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
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beautiful, Fashion, Margaret Sangster, Photography, Poetry, Vintage drop earrings, Winsome Womanhood, Writing
© Joan Currie – Vintage drop earrings
No trumpet sounds before him,
No silver bugles blow,
And skies are radiant o’er him,
And stars to light him glow.
from Winsome Womanhood by Margaret Sangster
I remember the intensity of your Prince Charming light.
15 Tuesday May 2012
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The word “alone” should not, for us, ring cold and hollow, but hot.
Pulsing with potentiality.
from Party of One, The Loner’s Manifesto by Anneli Rufus
I love being with you, but also revel in my time alone.
10 Thursday May 2012
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America's Top Model, Beauty, e.e. cummings, Fashion, i carry your heart with me, Khrystyana Kazakova, Love, Photography, Poetry, Writing
© Khrystynana Kazakova
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
from i carry your heart with me by e. e. cummings
Some days I need all of you – in the flesh.
Model: Khrystynana Kazakova
09 Wednesday May 2012
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© Creative Smiles Photography
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
from Pablo Neruda’s poem Cat’s Dream, translated by Alastair Reid
I love the way you sleep.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
08 Tuesday May 2012
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America's Top Model, Beauty, Fashion, Khrystyana Kazakova, Pablo Neruda, Photography, Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, Todd Hido
© Todd Hido
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
from Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott
I wish you would articulate your love for me.
Model: Khrystynana Kazakova
05 Saturday May 2012
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© Khrystyana Kazakova
When he saw her there was a recognition,
a sense that they would be together
for the rest of their lives.
She never felt the same way.
from All for Naught by Joan Currie
I have learned to put a governor on my romantic imaginings.
Model: Khrystyna Kazakova
04 Friday May 2012
Posted in Photography, Reflections, Relationships, Writing
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beautiful, Love, Lust, Maksim Zaitsev, Male figure, Olesya Aleksandronis, Oscar Wilde, Photography, Poetry, The Harlot's House
© Olesya Aleksandronis
They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
from The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde
Where did that lustful lover go?
Model: Maksim Zaitsev
03 Thursday May 2012
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America's Top Model, Fashion, Khrystyana Kazakova, Love, My Life's Delight, Photography, Thomas Campion
© Khrystyana Kazakova
Come, O come, my life’s delight,
Let me not in languor pine!
Love loves no delay; thy sight,
The more enjoyed, the more divine:
O come, and take from me
The pain of being deprived of thee!
from My Life’s Delight by Thomas Campion
I love being the object of your affection.
Model: Khrystyna Kazakova
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