Emotional Russian Roulette

"She trembled at the sound of the telephone, 

which started ringing just as she was stretching out her hand for the receiver. 

Like many creatures leading an unprotected life, 

she regarded the telephone as her only source of help."

"And as the statue was fond of me into the bargain-fond,

 much too fond really- the whole thing seemed easy, 

agreeable, intoxicating, lasting, and I thought myself an astonishing fellow."

"My poor beautiful darling, my poor, poor beautiful darling. 

These are things that I ought never to tell you! My poor beautiful darling,

 if you only knew how cheated of everything I feel. And then I go and send for you."

"I swear to you, when I first found myself with that rose colored body-

 it was the color of pink wax- in my arms, and that endless mass of hair, 

so long and thick I was almost frightened when it was all spread out in my bed..."

"Politics aren't the only thing I've been warned off.

 You know, in Paris, somehow, the intimacy of married life

 seems to be a very small part of the twenty-four hours."

"All the outfit needs is a dark grey man. But that's an expensive accessory."

"As the clock of the neighboring school tolled the succeeding hours 

she wondered, 'How could I have stood that clock chiming 

the hours and the halves and the quarters all this time? 

I'll never be able to get used to it again. I'll have to move'."

"Everything she did seemed easy and even pleasant, but not entirely satisfying."

"She had lived a great deal among lies, 

before plumping for a small life of her own,

 a sincere and restricted life from which all pretence, 

even in matters sensual, was banished."

"He didn't say I was his Great Love; he'd get it quite clear; 

he said I was the Woman of his Life."

"He'd keep me from ruining myself, or from being taken in, 

People can always ruin themselves again,

 even when they've got nothing."

All quotes from Colette's, "Julie de Carneilhan"

I am having a wonderful weekend.

the unhappily ever after.

I don't know if anyone has posted this editorial yet, 

but I felt like sharing it anyway!

This spread was featured in the December issue of Vogue

photographed by Annie Leibovitz and modeled by Coco Rocha.

"She speaks:

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

As is a winged messenger of heaven

Unto the white- upturned wondering eyes

Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds

And sails upon the bosom of the air."

"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

excerpt from William Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet".

teensy glass slippers

By the time this post will be published,

Barack Obama will officially be the new president. 

This is the real happily ever after.

But as a substitute, Cinderella will do the trick.

I don't believe we've been properly introduced.

Magdelena Kmeicik Portfolio

Running, running.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. 

My feelings will not be repressed. 

You must allow me to tell you

 how ardently I admire and love you."

Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. 

She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent.

This he considered sufficient encouragement;

 and the avowal of all that he felt, 

and had long felt for her, immediately followed.

He spoke well; but there were feelings 

besides those of the heart to be detailed, 

and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride.

His sense of her inferiority- of its being a degradation- 

of the family obstacles which judgement 

had always opposed to inclination, 

were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due

 to the consequence he was wounding,

 but was very unlikely to recommend his suit.

In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensible

 to the compliment of such a man's affection, 

and though her intentions did not vary for an instant, 

she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive; 

till, roused to resentment by his subsequent language,

she lost all compassion in anger.

..."In such cases as this, it is, I believe, 

the established mode to express a sense of obligation

 for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned.

 It is natural that obligation should be felt,

 and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you.

But I can not- I have never desired your good opinion, 

and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly.

 I am sorry to have occasioned pain to anyone.

It has been most unconsciously done, however,

 and I hope will be a short duration. The feelings which, you tell me, 

have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, 

can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation."

Mr. Darcy, who was leaning against the mantelpiece

 with his eyes fixed on her face, seemed to catch her words 

with no less resentment than surprise.

 His complexion became pale with anger,

 and the disturbance of his mind was visible in every feature. 

He was struggling for the appearance of composure, 

and would not open his lips till he believed himself to have attained it. 

The pause was to Elizabeth's feelings dreadful.

 At length, in a voice of forced calmness, he said:

" And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! 

I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, 

with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. 

But it is of small importance."

" I might as well inquire," replied she, 

"why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, 

you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, 

against your reason, and even against your character? 

 Was this not some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil?

But I have other provocations. You know I have. 

Had not my own feelings decided against you- 

had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, 

do you think that any consideration would tempt me

 to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, 

perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?"

...With assumed tranquility he then replied: 

" I have no wish of denying that I did everything in my power 

to separate my friend from your sister, 

or that I rejoice in my success.

 Towards him I have been kinder than towards myself."

excerpt from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

I don't know. 

I'm feeling reckless.

I feel like running around the streets and yelling at everybody.

(But I never will.)