My One Desire Photography:  Emanuele FontanesiStyling: Isabelle Thiry common & sense man

My One Desire 
Photography:  Emanuele Fontanesi
Styling: Isabelle Thiry 
common & sense man

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wash your dress in running water. dry it on the southern side of a rock. let them have four guesses and make them all wrong. take a fistful of snow in the summer heat. cook haluski in hot sweet butter. drink cold milk to clean your insides. be careful when you wake: breathing lets them know how asleep you are. don’t hang your coat from a hook in the door. ignore curfew. remember weather by the voice of the wheel. do not become the fool they need you to become. change your name. lose your shoes. practice doubt. dress in oiled cloth around sickness. adore darkness. turn sideways in the wind. the changing of stories is a cheerful affair. give the impression of not having known.

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"I loved a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairytale."
Big Fish (2003) dir. Tim Burton 


"I loved a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairytale."

Big Fish (2003) dir. Tim Burton 

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"Relentless, endless joy peaking into tears, resting in calmness, a simmering beauty. If you let yourself listen with the whole of yourself, you will have the pure feeling of flight while firmly rooted to the ground. Your soul can fly outward, stringed to your ribcage like a shimmering kite in the shape of an open hand. Be still and listen to the evidence of your own holiness."

-Jeff Buckley

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Tormented by universal love, you, too, would then start praying to the birds, as if in a sort of ecstasy, and entreat them to forgive you your sin. Cherish this ecstasy, however senseless it may seem to people.

—  Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 

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It seemed
like years
I picked
a bouquet
of kisses
off her mouth
and put them
into a dawn-colored vase

the wait
was worth it.

in love.

—  Richard Brautigan, The Wait  

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