this versus that

I would build my house of crystal,

With a solitary friend,

Where the cold cracks like a pistol

And the needle stands on end.

We would pour oil on the ingle

And for want of books recite.

We would crawl out filing single

To observe the Northern Light.

If Etookashoo and Couldlooktoo

The Esquimaux should call,

There would be fish raw and cooked too

And enough drink oil for all.

As one rankly warm insider

To another I would say,

We can rest assured on eider

There will come another day.

"In the Long Night" by Robert Frost

I'm officially on summer holiday.

Let the celebrations begin.

you fell for it.

These took the entire month to post.

Oh well, they'll always be beautiful.

Italian Vogue April 2009, photographed by Steven Meisel

Don't fall in love with me.

latest photo shoot.

Soooo busy as school ends next week!

Hope you're all well, darlings.

Andy Mueller Photography

andymueller.com

The Truth.

I'm getting some things off my chest. ..

First, and foremost, if I was to send a letter in to Post Secret, 

it would be about my fear of being alone and not choosing to be so. 

Secret's out. I'm not antisocial in the least.

I miss the trees and lakes and mountains that are upstate 

far more than I lead on. Concrete and asphalt aren't very magical.

I'm almost afraid of what else COULD happen this spring, 

because terrible things have already come and gone.

 But this year, I know I'll get past it.

Lately I've noticed I'm far more neurotic than I ever realized.

It will take maybe more courage than I currently possess for me 

to actually move away from home, away from all of new york, 

and start life somewhere else. I wonder when and how I'll do it.

I want to believe in love, but I don't think it wants to believe in me.

If I find someone to replace you,

 does that mean that you'll really be gone forever? 

I don't know if I want to risk it.

I'm not as strong as everyone thinks I am.

When I look back, I know I was much more spontaneous.

 I could go anywhere and do anything without thinking.

 I want that back.

When did everything in life start feeling like a dream 

I was never to wake up from?

all photos from Ffffound