I was thinking of you today. It's Imbolc. I blogged about it. Brigit is the goddess of poetry and inspiration! Tonight we are between winter and summer equinox. Enjoy the first stirrings of spring. Peace
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
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"Her looks fading, the vain Lispector became increasingly reclusive and demanding. Addicted to cigarettes and sleeping pills, she exhibited erratic and sometimes imperious behavior. She would call friends in the middle of the night and flee dinner parties for little apparent reason. She had a reputation for being a liar."-<em>NYT on Clarice Lispector
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
Great shot! I wear black tights every single day to work. Not the same pair, of course. It is sort of my signature.
cute.
love it!
sassy! and with bangs :)
Yes, they do. But then don't you spend an hour itching your legs when you get the damn things off?
you look so hip! Wait, when don't you ;)
I was thinking of you today.
It's Imbolc. I blogged about it.
Brigit is the goddess of poetry and inspiration!
Tonight we are between winter and summer equinox.
Enjoy the first stirrings of spring.
Peace
I LOVE tights ... wear em all the time. :)
cute outfit!
Lookin' good! i have recently started a love affair with tights.
oh, my friend, we have the same stockings!!!
love this picture of you!
oh i wish i could talk to you, in person, flesh and bone, en la misma mesa, tomando café!
some day, some day...
much love
and
i love your blog
yolanda lola
Oooooooh, baby, quite sexy.
Look at you, all foxy! I wear tights to work, but I can't wait to get them off. Too itchy.
Nicely said! I love me some tights!
You are adorable.
Love the t-shirt from the upper post and the blue shoes too.
The boots! I know a naughty name for those!
Oh I love tights! can't wait till it warms enough to wear them again!
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