the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Tag: john and yoko



“Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn.
Give it to your mother to listen to when she’s in sorrow.”
― Yoko Ono

Marianne Batlle Large Brooch: here


love recipe

The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.

— Rainer Maria Rilke (Letters to a Young Poet)

wednesday spin

1. mrs. lennon, fly
2. silver horse,  season of glass

was not the words, but deeds

said the husband to the wife:

“So all this time, we were doing it wrong?”

(from yoko: here)

the leash

That moment is what I will tell of as proof
that you loved me permanently. After that I was
a woman alone carrying her bag, asking a worker
which direction to walk to find a taxi.

from: Linda Gregg, “Asking for Directions”

(photo: here)

je vai dormir

“I just have one hope: that I die before Yoko does because we have become so much of an equation together that I don’t think I would have the strength to go on without her. Oh, I don’t mean I would commit suicide; I just mean life would be so empty. I hope I die before Yoko, because if Yoko died I wouldn’t know how to survive. I couldn’t carry on.”

the falls


john and yoko visit niagra falls

(via softstage)

a white gardenia

more here

more hair peace, please


found this gem by way of moldy doily and am resisting the purchase of the tina turner tee with all my might.

because tina turner in a leather mini and jean jacket rekindles the days of living on 13th street and walking down the train tracks with the best friend and his feral dog.


big hair forever