for the love of cuteness!
as carmenita and i discuss dogs and their sheer cuteness... my heart can't help but melt at some of these adorable little beings.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, CUTE.

eyes? WOW.

i can't help but smile :)... wheeeeeeeeeeee!

rockstar.

gosh, they are beautiful.

awwwwwww!

ilouuu!

there are too many!! picked the first few, but all of them equally as gorgeous and absolutely precious!

So you think I'm alone? But being alone's the only way to be.

So you think I'm alone?

But being alone's the only way to be

When you step outside

You spend life fighting for your sanity

This is a cold war

You better know what you're fighting for

This is a cold war

Do you know what you're fighting for?

If you want to be free

Feel the ground is the only place to be

'Cause in this life

You spend time running from depravity

This is a cold war

Do you know what you're fighting for?

This is a cold war

You better know what you're fighting for

This is a cold war

You better know what you're fighting for

This is a cold war

Do you know what you're fighting for?

Bring wings to the weak and bring grace to the strong

May all evil stumble as it flies in the world

All the tribes comes and the mighty will crumble

We must brave this night and have faith in love

I'm trying to find my peace

I was made to believe there's something wrong with me

And it hurts my heart

Lord have mercy, ain't it plain to see?

That this is a cold war

Do you know what you're fighting for

This is a cold war

You better know what you're fighting for

This is a cold....

This is a cold war

You better know what you're fighting for

Do you know? Is a cold...

Do you?

Do you?

Is a cold ...

You better know what you're fighting for 

Q. What does painting mean to you - freedom, expression, meditation, communication, salvation..?

A. When you paint, you're in a zone. I always meditate before I start working: it's all about concentration. You have to let go, you have to be totally involved and focused and aware of what's going on between you and the painting. In a sense, you become this channel of emotions, and transpose them into the canvases: starting with something that doesn't exist, plain white, and creating a character, a light, an emotion from scratch. It kind of has a spiritual aspect to it, so I try be open minded and available, not trying to control the whole thing. I just let it come to me. 

CORNO

"The secret to kicking ass in dumbshit Hollywood... Every time you meet someone, make a fucking impression. Make them think you're the hottest shit in the world. Make them think they're gonna lose their job if they don't give you one. Look 'em in the eye, and never look away. Be confident and calm, be fucking bold. 
That sounds more like the secret to kicking ass in life. 
It is, but I was gonna wait and tell you that some other time. " 


— James Frey (My Friend Leonard)

BOLD II

"I appeal from your customs. I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I must be myself. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me and the heart appoints. If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own. I do this not selfishly but humbly and truly. It is alike your interest, and mine, and all men’s, however long we have dwelt in lies, to live in truth. Does this sound harsh to-day? You will soon love what is dictated by your nature as well as mine, and if we follow the truth it will bring us out safe at last.—But so may you give these friends pain. Yes, but I cannot sell my liberty and my power, to save their sensibility. Besides, all persons have their moments of reason, when they look out into the region of absolute truth; then will they justify me and do the same thing.


The populace think that your rejection of popular standards is a rejection of all standard, and mere antinomianism; and the bold sensualist will use the name of philosophy to gild his crimes. But the law of consciousness abides." 
— Ralph Waldo Emerson (Self-Reliance and Other Essays)

......

sam cotton

corno

BOLD.

"Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Scarlett—I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy. It cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have had in my heart for you has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold!" 
— Margaret Mitchell (Gone With the Wind)

luxury

my summer is nearly gone and i have nothing to show for it.

thankful i am for the blessing that is my work and the loving people there... but i still feel like something is missing.

i waited an eternity it seemed for summer to arrive, for it to wrap me in sunlight and to take me on adventures and for it to teach me to let loose and aspire to that feeling of excitement that i had imagined. 

i feel overworked, tired and empty. anything and everything i had hoped to do was put aside and i have completely forgotten that it's quite alright to live for oneself once in a while... despite what others scold me to believe. 

i don't like this routine of merely waking at dawn to lug my half asleep self to make a supposed living, and then to lug myself back half drunk on the ache of my body to then find something to eat (preferably before 7 pm... trying to slim down... i'm despising my own reflection and feel like shit... pardon the language, can't help it) to eventually end up sleeping till it starts all over again. reality is not always kind and hardly gives a peanut about what we have to say.

mehhhhhhh is just about right.

i am demanding, i know, but am i wrong to be?... most probably.

uninspired: my second most greatest fear.

the first?

time.

“With a fierce action of her hand, as if she sprinkled hatred on the ground, and with it devoted those who were standing there to destruction, she looked up once at the black sky, and strode out into the wild night.”

-_~

vivacious.

?_?

status quo.