"Don't need no roads, in fact they follow me."

I've never felt the need to fully plan and map out my life. I live on winded paths, filled with plenty of sharp turns and dead ends. However, I won't allow myself to worry. One day I'll know what I have to know. For now, I am content and like Plath, I'd be a fool to ask for more.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.... Sylvia Plath

Dead and Done - Bobby Long

Misguided Ghosts - Paramore

"Well now I'm told that this is life and pain is just a simple compromise. So we can get what we want out of it."

Boston awaits,

R.D

Last night you took me to the pier. How unexpectedly romantic of you, on that wonderfully warm night. Still, I can't give you what you're looking for. And neither can you return the favor. I hope you enjoyed those moments, because they are limited.

Photos taken by a friend of mine. Find his blog Here.

If the shoe fits...

Wear it. Work it. We've all heard it before. In many cases, you'll find yourself a pair of heels you'd readily throw yourself in front of a bus for, try them on, and feel as if you'd just stepped into the most perfect union between woman and accessory that has ever been created. Yet just as many times will you find that that immaculate pair of heels you've been eyeing just doesn't come in your size. Too big, too small, it doesn't matter. I've been finding myself asking, metaphorically speaking, is it too much to ask for??

We have so many pairs of shoes in our closets. Working shoes. Playing shoes. Love shoes, family shoes, friend shoes, party shoes, make-bad-decisions shoes; some we wear over and over again until they're worn and tattered. Some we wear once and it never sees the light of day again.. but amusing as they are, enough of these enigmatic shoe-parallels to my daily life. I just know that somehow, I need change. But it doesn't happen overnight.

I guess we can't all be Cinderella's.

Funny I should write about shoes today - last night I caught a friend of mine wearing these. FiveFingers, aka toe shoes. Apparently, they're much better than regular shoes for your foot and leg muscles. Unlike regular shoes that provide us with a sort of unnatural protection, these toe shoes put your feet in a more "natural state", simulating the feeling of walking barefoot. As for the aesthetic aspect of it... I think Hobbits have finally taken over the industry. But I'll say no more. Educate yourself more about it here.

Anyone know if Macy's carries glass slippers?

Someday,
Aisha K.

When you say, I'll say.

When you identify yourself as unpredictable, do you automatically become predictable? Maybe it's more acceptable to describe oneself as enigmatic, but even so, you can't be consciously aware of your mysteriousness, can you? And even if you happen to be, admitting to it, the appeal is lost. This type of persona, we're either born with it or else we pretend to be mysteriously gifted.

If I were such a character (and of course my life was backed by a musical score) this song would play every time I appeared. Not your typical mystery, no. Not transparent by any means. More like someone that sways in and out of lives, quietly, so not to disturb the piece. However, remembered and thought of as a dream.

This Song: Is my favorite song ever.

One More Night (Your Ex-Lover Remains Dead) - Stars

This Song: Will soon be my favorite song ever.

Blood - The Middle East

Oh Australia, how you have saved us with your music.

R.D

moleskin

My Heart Is Yours (Demo Mix) - Justin Nozuka

- Aisha K.

Beauty fills My Eyes.

Happy Easter everyone!

Early morning, church and brunch before it's back to New York. Cannot wait to see my lovelies and catch up.

Being home, I've had the pleasure of driving around Buffalo, especially at night. There is something about being on the road at night, maybe the eery and empty path ahead, that has me longing for just the right type of music to accompany me on the long journey. At night, there's a connection with the melancholy even the nostalgic undertones that songs encounter and worship. While driving to my friend Will's house, In Harbor began to echo throughout the car -

"Wondering, aimlessly for so I'm trying to find a way. Seeing glimpses of bigger things, illusions take over me."

The song, powerful and sad, captures a world only understood when the lights flicker and finally switch off. Why is it that at night, what we find puzzling and beyond our understanding finally makes sense? The darkness that succumbs the world hides everything we consider tangible, yet somehow the indescribable becomes apparent. How temporary this world is. Not just life itself, but our thoughts and feelings. How quickly we change our opinions at night, and how quickly we regret in the morning.

Here, these songs and photographs compliment the night, yet never lose their mystery. In the morning, it will all be a memory encompassing a dream.

Wide Eyes - Local Natives

Hearts A Mess - Gotye

Hospital - Lydia

Human - Civil Twilight

Lamplight - Cavalier Rose

Soldier On - The Temper Trap

Quiet As A Mouse - Margot and The Nuclear So & So's

Let Me Go - Phantogram

Storm Clouds Break - In Harbor

Never Think - Rob Pattinson

Love Affair - Copeland

Polaris - Jimmy Eat World

At night, we long. Long for someone, for something so far away, like a distant star we simply cannot hold.

Have a beautiful day,

R.D

"It's like Normandy, but fluffier!"

As the man behind us proclaimed to whomever was on the receiving end of his cellphone,

"Carnage! It's absolute carnage!"

I will forever be grateful to my Blackberry for insistently bleeping in order to remind me: there's a pillow fight in Union Square today! What excitement! A quick text to Amanda and we're off, catching the next NQRW to Union Square station. Emerging from the underground felt like climbing the stairway to heaven, where the angels have decided to create a snow storm with the feathers of their wings. Looking upward, you could see soft white feather-flakes swirling against the blue sky--how serene, how surreal! Yet making it to ground level, the full impact of the scene was a happy hell. Chaos spun with laughter, attacks made and met with friendly counters. Cameras, everywhere - people dressed in costumes (Waldo was absolutely done for when they found him in the crowd!), people making friends, people lying with their pillows on the grass, feather pillows bursting like geysers, here, there - a bop on the head, shouting conversations, yet all so ... soothing. How could it not be, when everyone had gone out simply to enjoy the sunlight and the merrymaking? I would say that you could not possibly give me more reason to love this cemented jungle even more than I already do, but with happenings such as these... nothing is impossible.

I think I've sufficiently inhaled enough fluff to be literally featherbrained. Carpe diem, ladies and gents. Seize the day!

-- Aisha K.

dear jane,

It's easily the most gorgeous day of the week - feels like fifty-one degrees - and, simultaneously, it's easily the most terrible of days this week. It's never pleasant to rouse to the sound of loud voices, never mind angry ones. No, I'm a firm believer of waking up slow, rising to the warm wash of sunlight over your face (an everyday prospect, the way my room at home is positioned). Sadly, I definitely missed out on the opportunity today. No one seems to smile in the morning, anymore.

I do, however, have something that can either make or break my day. It is in the interest of love, of course, so the results of it I'm hoping won't prove to be be disastrous. Lord knows, it'll turn out to be another Jane Austen... or rather, the cheap paperback rip off, discarded with its cover torn off in the clearance section of Walmart. Ah, well. Everything's a risk.

"I love you...most ardently, I love you."

Something tells me I've been watching a bit too much Pride and Prejudice lately... I can't help it. This is absolutely one of my favorite scenes. Don't watch it once, watch it a million times. In the mean time, I've been attempting to satisfy my whimsical thoughts by visiting Anthropologie, snooping around the clothing. Every time I enter that store I'm reminded of what a wonderful shopping experience they make it..

Can I just say how much I love this belt? Not to mention this quirky textile quite amused me... Lobsters? I sure hope they give you a free packet of melted butter with this purchase.


Can you tell that the displays of home furnishing stole the show? I love Anthropologie but to be honest I think the home goods are way better than the actual garments. Don't you find that kind of... well. Ironic?

Happy romancing, loves.

-- Aisha K.