Sunday, February 03, 2008

facecrime.


Nuit (Night) by Alphonse Mucha. From The Times of the Day Series. 1899.

we find solace in what is beautiful, and what tells the stories inside.

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and it's the kind of unhappiness that you cannot get away from, because it infiltrates every part of your day - your thoughts, your attempts at brave smiles and your i'm okays.

it's so hard not to let your face betray your heart.

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or perhaps, i'm really okay. at this precise moment, i don't really know!

this blog is getting increasing self-indulgent.

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