(via someonesthoughts)
women’s realm
I dont care whether you hear this
I dont care if Im alone here singing songs to myself
Theres nobody else around, around
Meet you up at the indian part of the town
The towns shut down, the people left with their bags
Their kids so theres not a sound a sound
But I must get from there to here
Theres a small voice crying on the other side of the river from here
Its too late to phone her now
What went wrong, your grades were good
It would take a left wing robin hood to pay for school
Your dads a boozer and you keep him alive
Just a minute close your eyes
If we settle for this compromise Ill stay with you
The river looks so good tonight
I dont know whats with your friend
She met a boy and at the summers end
She said shed had enough of playing games
I dont care cause Im by myself
All the dancers left but I cant dance
So I will stay and clean the mess they left behind
But I dream as I set to scrub all the floors, the walls
Im thinking of a song or two, a boy a girl a rendezvous
Are you coming or are you not?
There is nothing that would sort you out
Theres nothing I could say or do
Youre going to crash, Ill set the bails in front of you
Are you coming or are you not?
There is nothing that would sort you out
An interesting way of life
Deny yourself the benefits of being alive
You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station
With a torch and a womans realm to keep you warm
To keep you company
You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station
With a torch and a womans realm to keep you company tonight
most beautiful man
(via rockandroses)
- Clementine: Joel, I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.
- Joel: I remember that speech really well.
- Clementine: I had you pegged, didn't I?
- Joel: You had the whole human race pegged.
- Clementine: Probably.
- Joel: I still thought you were going to save me, even after that.
- Clementine: I know.
(via someonesthoughts)
i’m okay. i’m okay. i’m okay. i just need to learn how to let it go.
Sometimes I get surprised by the young people, want to have the result sooner and they’re thinking now everything changed, you can be noticed, you can be someone immediately because you have great style. Great style, okay, is something, but it’s not enough to be really a good worker. Your style is part of your imagination, but beyond your style has to be a deep experience also, a deep knowledge about fashion. Sometimes I notice no one remembers the last ten years of fashion. We can say it’s a young profession, but if we already have 50 years full of designer, full of history, no one remembers at least the last five years. The young generation doesn’t know.
But I never, never forget the preparation it took me. For fifteen years I was invisible because I was working behind everyone — the photographer, the camera. That’s also part of my style because I can recognize every different flavor of fashion. I know very well the last twenty years of fashion. Sometimes you say, “Oh that’s a fantastic look,” but this look is just a copy of some other look.
For me, fashion [is] also geology — you cannot understand now if you don’t know anything about last ten years of fashion at least. Someone doesn’t even remember Tom Ford, what that means. It’s so easy to forget in fashion. “Oh, this is brand-new.” It’s not brand-new, it’s just an evolution of what it was.
—Anna Dello Russo, NY Mag (via malarky-shenanigans) (via tulletulle)
