{to love at all is to be vulnerable. love anything,
and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly
broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless- it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. the only place apart from heaven that you can be safe from the dangers of love is hell.} c.s. lewis
So, yesterday was a bad hair day...until I realised that my mop was reminiscent of do's I've seen on the beautiful and illustrious Helena Bonham Carter. After that, the hair became amusing, full of character, and even a bit attractive in my eyes. After all, there are sadder things in life than channeling a genius.
Hannah, you will help me re-enact this photograph, wont you?
Listening to Sister Winter by Sufjan over and over and over and over and over and over and
over and over and overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand over and overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand over
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