love me and come back tomorrow

May I remind you this is a tiny apple.

"an innocent greeting between two people is quickly transformed into a tangled struggle, illustrating the twists and turns of a full-fledged relationship."

Cool kid huh?

So today I was wondering.
About the smiles we exchange and the traits we develop.
Sometimes I feel like I'm re-living the same experiences and personalities, like I am creating them myself.
Today I helped a lady with her grocery items and when I held the door for her to go out she turned around and said Thank You.
Her essence had a feeling of deja vu, which made me wonder.
If that which is like me, within you - is the only thing, that to me, is you?
When in fact, it is only a mutual trait reflected upon you.
What if we walk around indirectly in ourselves and never learn anything besides ourselves?
What if this is our comfort zone which we never step out of?
That we only truly see and hear what we recognize in ourselves.
Like the other qualities are taken away by our mind, and if not, we end up confused.
This is where the birth of hate begins.

Solruta with avocado/cottage cheese/tomato-mix sprinkled with sesame seeds.
Oatmeal porridge with rasp- and blueberries.
Yerba Maté tea with a teaspoon of honey.

Best bowtie guy I've ever seen.

"There is a story of baby Krishna, wrongly accused by his friends of eating a bit of dirt. His foster mother, Yashoda, comes up to him with a wagging finger. "You shouldn't eat dirt, you naughty boy," she scolds him. "But I haven't," says the unchallenged lord of all and everything, in sport disguised as a frightened human child. "Tut! Tut! Open your mouth," orders Yashoda. Krishna opens his mouth. Yashoda gasps. She sees in Krishna's mouth the whole complete entire timeless universe, all the stars and planets of space and the distance between them, all the lands and seas of the earth and the life in them, she sees all the days of yesterday and all the days of tomorrow; she sees all ideas and all emotions, all pity and all hope, and the three strands of matter; not a pebble, candle, creature, village or galaxy is missing, including herself and every bit of dirt in its truthful place." ~ life of pi. 

FDR by Cass Bird.

From the book ASTRONOMICA.

Bandit on the beach.

Emma.

Yeah well. I was there too.

watch the rest of it on youtube.

http://www.imheremovie.com/

(thanks honey)

Six million souls in the underground massgrave going through Catacombes de Paris.
Candlelit dinner anyone?

~ "this is the empire of the dead"

unedited

Schoolboy archer got shot, got an arrow through his eye/head.
Pic by CEN.

Got shot at close range. Nose stopped the bullet, he now lives.

Fell and landed on parents' car keys, going through the eyes and into his brain. 
Is now well.

Fell off a ladder on a construction site and landed on an 18-inch drill going
through the eye socket/head. Lost an eye but survived.

16 year old stabbed in the forehead with a five-inch blade, survived.

38 year old man with entire blade through his head.
Pic by CEN.

34 nails shot at close range from an 85mm nail gun.
I hope his soul got out of there in time.

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and kusmi tea.

I was going to take a shot so I could show you all how curly my hair can get some days.
But fuck dat shit when you can headbang and take photos of it instead.

Sonia Rykiel                                   Vivienne Westwood
Karl Lagerfeld                                 John Galliano

by Iris Strubegger x Karl Lagerfeld
from facebook lookbook and harpers bazaar

Waiting around for the summer so I can wear this.

Bye bye.

During one bath I burnt my hair three times.

Animum rege, qui nisi paret, imperat.
Manage your mood. If you do not obey, it commands.