"nature seemed to me benign and good; i thought she loved me, outcast as i was; and i, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. to-night, at least, i would be her guest-as i was her child: my mother would lodge me without money and withouth price." -jane eyre

my new favorite thing is brightwood. you know, the golf course that is smack in the middle of dartmouth, where i remember drinking before dances in highschool (correction: other people drinking), cutting through on the way home from school and sledding. for the past week i've been walking there and i don't know why i never thought to go there before. just a 5 minute walk from my house is a place that looks a little bit like a garden of eden. it looks like i just stepped out of dartmouth and into english countryside. if i could only photoshop out the ugly architecture of the city as well as the smoke stacks and mute the white noise of the traffic it would be 100% complete. not to mention the fact that everything looks more beautiful if your listening to shubert debussy or liszt on your ipod shuffle. i think all the austen and bronte novels have gone to my head. i want to live in 19th century england. maybe the year 1815.

i'm such a goth. 

"a prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages"

the femme fatale

"all the orient is in your smile/mysterious as river nile/and you stole my heart/with your winning art/and the egypt in your smile..."

if you want to know what the most beautiful song in the world is it's schubert's "string quintet in c major".

latest news: me and jason rented clueless last night.
starbucks gave me an ipod shuffle