lace crack

can't stop admiring this one

nothingness

i feel like...

poetry and illustrations

by Anna Orlova

streetstyle/me and misanthropy

'portishead - the rip' inspired

when she looks into your eyes
the room is filled with gentle winds
and shining sounds disappear
in the emptiness of violet fields
her cold touch could be in your dreams
but you're standing on the edge of an abyss
no feelings and no fears
just whisper's dying on your lips

by Anna Orlova

ROSES by Cy Twombly

...

closer to asylum

time will give us

what you need

what you despise

lie you dream of

does not sink

love you lost

Is buried deep

stay in silence

nothing's back

murder it

my poison friend

by Anna Orlova

sounds like 80s/runrunrun

style/just very mine

reminds of life, reminds of raf... damn it all/no tears

Sweet November final scene

If you fall in love with me, you'll never fall out...

If you fall in love with me, you'll never fall out
If you take me in, there'll be no way out without
You'll never fall out
Effulgate, and you'll see the divine
The pouring of love's wine
My iridescent, iridescent blue
I'll be, I'll be all over you
If you catch my glance
You'll swim the swan sea
Dissolve into ether dreams
The truth of you and me

our fake world/colors

POP

self-portrait

I don't care...

still lost in winter.../Tsoy is perfect here

more Tsoy style

just finished Dostoyevsky's 'The House of the Dead'

A little story on the night...

Forensic psychology was one of my favorite disciplines at the University about two years ago. We had a practice in the court as experts of psychology. So, I've just remembered my strongest impression. It was.. his eyes... the eyes of a person who killed a human (because of money)... It's impossible to explain the feelings and I can talk (or even whisper) about it only because I've just read the book.

Maybe you could understand something reading these quotations.

'There are people who, like tigers, are greedy for blood. Those who have possessed unlimited power over the flesh, blood, and soul of their fellow-creatures, of their brethren according to the law of Christ, those who have possessed this power and who have been able to degrade with a supreme degradation, another being made in the image of God; these men are incapable of resisting their desires and their thirst for sensations. Tyranny is a habit capable of being developed, and at last becomes a disease.'
'How much joyless youth, how much strength for which use there was none, was buried, lost in those walls!—youth and strength of which the world might surely have made some use. For I must speak my thoughts as to this: the hapless fellows there were perhaps the strongest, and, in one way or another, the most gifted of our people. There was all that strength of body and of mind lost, hopelessly lost. Whose fault is that?'


The House of the Dead (Prison Life in Siberia)
by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Liv Tyler style

tiiiired to death for this week......

liv = seductive

feb style/no face, no mood, no feelings

'black on black' in feb....

Jennifer Connelly in 'Seven Minutes in Heaven', 1985

just perfect style.......