dancing on wire, both ends are on fire

(ph: stephen würth, ghost town)

i want to disappear to the desert for a little bit. i think an adventure is in order. 

(ph: stephen würth, ghost town)

i need to start reading again. anything other than articles written by stuffy art historians, or rosalind krauss.

freeland - borderline 

get by or you're a goner

(ph: ?)

my sleeping schedule is totally not happening. what started this? oh yeah. that night i decided to quit being so antisocial and go party in a basement with a bunch of ocad hooligans and my sister. that snowballed into me reading an entire book until four in the morning, and watching audrey hepburn steal a million until the sun came up. some drawing was also involved. tonight, it's just me and leonard cohen. 

leonard cohen - famous blue raincoat
 

trying to dodge the ground

(ph: some tumblr...)

i have finally started drawing again. i can't wait for my new art stuff to show up in the mail! tomorrow, i have a new day of summer classes. let me tell you, that i will not be taking any summer class again. as much as i love staring at romanesque architecture, there are far too many sunbeams to be chasing outdoors.

(ph: indulgy)

for now, i am so sleepy. there is nothing better than being wrapped up in your boyfriend's sweater. morning lattes and a study date with one cool girl bright and early.

head of the herd (ft. jasmin parkin) - by this time tomorrow

you're gonna go far, kid

 

(ph: ?)

watching once upon a time in the west. got too friendly with boyfriend's adorable little nephew, and he got me sick. already trouble, and barely past one.

queens of the stone age - the vampyre of time and memory

going faster than a rollercoaster

(ph: dolores costello)

canada day. spending it watching black and white silent movies, playing pokemon on my not-gameboy, and listening to buddy holly. the clouds look like they will drop rain at any moment.

 

(ph: jane fonda)

waiting for my barista boyfriend to come home. he knows so very much about the history of cinema, and i love him for it.

buddy holly - peggy sue

don't make me sad, don't make me cry

(ph: jane fonda)

all i do these days is work. but i love the copy centre. boyfriendly visits tonight <3 fringe marathon and chatty kittens. i can't believe i start my summer course in a couple weeks! last few days of freedom in the sunshine...

i long for new ink.

xoxo juliet

mickey & sylvia - love is strange  

the seasons have changed, and so have we

(ph: john william waterhouse - the lady of shalott)

there she weaves by night and day
a magic web with colours gay.
she has heard a whisper say,
a curse is on her if she stay
            to look down to camelot.
she knows not what the curse may be,
and so she weaveth steadily,
and little other care hath she,
            the lady of shalott.

but in her web she still delights
to weave the mirror's magic sights,
for often thro' the silent nights
a funeral, with plumes and lights
            and music, went to camelot:
or when the moon was overhead,
came two young lovers lately wed;
"i am half-sick of shadows," said
            the lady of shalott.

and down the river's dim expanse--
like some bold seer in a trance,
seeing all his own mischance--
with a glassy countenance
            did she look to camelot.
and at the closing of the day
she loosed the chain, and down she lay;
the broad stream bore her far away,
            the lady of shalott.

heard a carol, mournful, holy,
chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
till her blood was frozen slowly,
and her eyes were darken'd wholly,
            turn'd to tower'd camelot;
for ere she reach'd upon the tide
the first house by the water-side,
singing in her song she died,
            the lady of shalott.

-alfred, lord tennyson

soley - pretty face