Her Mouth is an Outlaw

“ Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again. — Frank O’Hara

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child, Listen to the DON’TS. Listen to the SHOULD’TS. The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS. Listen to the NEVER HAVES. Then listen close to me—Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.

- Shel Silverstein

Friday, December 16, 2011

Viva la Vida- Frida Kahlo

Posted by Desirée at 10:22 AM

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J. Mignano-BradyDecember 18, 2011 at 7:43 PM
The story of Frida is a truly magnificent story. I enjoyed the movie and her work.
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He liked to observe emotions; they were like red lanterns strung along the dark unknown of another’s personality, marking vulnerable points.

— Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were much too afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.
But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.”
― Tim Burton, The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy" and Other Stories

Im not dead till you see the white in my eyes.but the white you will never see you will only see the red.the red that falls out of my eyes will be from all the evil that has made me…..

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.
— Jeffrey McDaniel

“I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.”
― Tim Burton

Rose Madder by Stephen King

My Ultimate Favorite Book

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.
— Alice Hoffman, Incantation

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Every Woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself

-Oscar Wilde

“I’m afraid of committing myself,” she thought to herself. She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none. Even in that most important area of her life, love, she had failed to commit herself. After her first romantic disappointment, she had never again given herself entirely. She feared pain, loss, and separation.”

— Paulo Coelho

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

— Lemony Snicket

“ We are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams.

World-losers and world-forsakers,

Upon whom the pale moon gleams;

Yet we are the movers and shakers,

Of the world forever, it seems.

— Arthur O’Shaughnessy

Weeping willow with your tears running down,
why do you always weep and frown?
Is it because he left you one day?
Is it because he couldnt not stay?
On your branches he would swing,
do you love the happiness that he would bring?
He found shelter in your shade,
we thought his…

-My Girl

Staring Girl

I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care

She'd stare at the ground,
She'd stare at the sky.
She'd stare at you for hours,
and you'd never know why.
But after winning the local staring contest,
she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.”
― Tim Burton

I struggled in my mind with all kinds of defenses. Should I be hurt? Surprised? Should I laugh it off? I wanted to say something cruel to expiate my anger and to justify myself. But it’s difficult with old friends; difficult because it’s so easy. You know one another as well as lovers do and you have had less to pretend about. I poured myself a drink and shrugged. ‘Nothing’s perfect.’
— Jeanette Winterson

“Son, are you happy?
I don't mean to pry,
but do you dream of Heaven?
Have you ever wanted to die?”
― Tim Burton, The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories