Mineral paintings by Carly Waito. Melts in my hands.
Him “Oh you should see your face.”
Her: “What’s the matter with it?”
Him: “It’s lovely.”
Her: “Oh…!”
Him: “Now what’s the problem?”
Her: “I’m not hungry anymore, isn’t it glorious?”
Girls are so easy.
Screenshots from “Charade,” Hulu’s Valentine’s Pick for people who don’t have any plans.
Visited my pops in LA again. He’s retired and likes to record himself playing the saxophone on his digital camera. I taught him that. I also tried to teach him how to upload videos to YouTube and he said, “Wait, who’s going to watch this shit?”
Everywhere.
“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”
–Carl Jung
Have. Have. Have.
I don’t need anything more than the above. Time to shed some layers. God, I can’t wait for spring.
Want. Want. Want.
“Why is it so hard to enjoy things?”
“Why deny yourself something good?”
Been on a Mad Men binge. Watching makes me want to jingle cocktails and chain smoke all day. People are such victims of their own devices and everything is so infectious, don’t you think?
California and back, again.
Things are kind of slow. I feel like I’m still on vacation. Kick me in the pants, please. I neeeeeed it.