music.
sincerity.
reading.
writing.
travelling.
reiki.
various gourmet attempts.
making things from other things.
constantly attempting to subvert my tendencies toward being a bit jaded.
feminism.
yoga.
riding my bicyle.
fantasizing about playing harmonica and jumping trains.
Jacques Brel, circa 1959 ....
or...you know, maybe you.
I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt,
topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain dark things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
-pablo neruda
grand illusion.
steel magnolias.
women in revolt.
9 to 5.
me, you and everyone we know.
female trouble.
desperate living.
the saddest music in the world.
wings of the dove.
coal miners daughter.
henry fool.
cabaret.
I,the worst of all.
gypsy.
amateur.
who can resist canadian teens with "issues"? yep....It goes there.
Anthony Bourdain.
I love this man.
carson mccullers.
paulo coehlo.
djuna barnes.
ernest hemingway.
james baldwin.
virginia woolf.
albert camus.
kahlil gibran.
octavia butler.
bell hooks.
anais nin.
michelle tea.
arthur rimbaud.
kate chopin.
collette.
sylvia plath.
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so many more.
currently reading-
my own words.
anatomy textbooks.(still)