In Arcadia |
(re-post)What does it matter that love is lost?Love is a song that trembles in the air and is caught by another. Love is a sweet melody that haunts those that like your singing. Let it go, and it will...
Posted by jasmine on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 02:37:00 PST |
my faux-toes |
Since my love affair with the interwebs is limitless, I've begun posting some of my photography to flickr.More to be uploaded soon......
Posted by jasmine on Thu, 22 May 2008 01:40:00 PST |
sweet surrender |
. . . yes . . .Love comes with a knife,not some shy question.And not with fears for its reputation!Love is a madman workinghis wild schemes,tearing off his clothes,running through the mountains,drinki...
Posted by jasmine on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:10:00 PST |
Roadtrippin' |
I left mi corazón in Puerto Nuevo......
Posted by jasmine on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 12:51:00 PST |
Let's Get Thizzical. |
I was in elementary school during the money-hungry materialism of the Reagan era. Like many children, I was a creature of habit, and in my Saturday morning ritual of sugary cereal a...
Posted by jasmine on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 04:05:00 PST |
The Constellations Within |
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The ...
Posted by jasmine on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 11:15:00 PST |
The Writing on the Stall |
"There is no love where there is no bramble."
Posted by jasmine on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 01:17:00 PST |
Running Away |
A doctor by the name of Abraham Maslow coined the term "self-actualization" as the pinnacle in the heirarchy of human needs. It refers to one's desire for fulfillment, namely to the tendency for one t...
Posted by jasmine on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Forget Yourself. |
Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
-Hen...
Posted by jasmine on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 02:41:00 PST |
Bittersweet |
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
Anatole France
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Posted by jasmine on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 12:31:00 PST |
