i have brilliant friend who goes by the name of my favourite fruit. she wears feathers in her hair, has a laugh which is contagious, and a giraffe called harold. she'll invite you over on a sunday for cups of tea and scones with cream, and when you're feeling down she'll ride through the rain to bring you lollipops and hugs. she's also pretty good at life.. check out cherrie-eisemann.tumblr.com if you don't believe me.
i will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
having blown a cool $800 on shoes in the last fortnight, i've put myself on a shopping ban.. and until next pay day i'll be living vicariously through these images (and probably on cheese on toast as well)... pictured last are the delicious friend of mine hutton boots. divine in too many ways to mention, and worth every penny.