She wasn’t happy, but then she wasn’t unhappy. She wasn’t anything. But I don’t believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.
Untitled on We Heart It
"That Christmas would live in our memories... as the Christmas when we were introduced to Chinese turkey. All was right with the world. Next to me in the blackness lay my oiled blue-steel beauty. The greatest Christmas gift I had ever received...
or would ever receive. Gradually, I drifted off to sleep, pranging ducks on the wing... and getting off spectacular hip shots."
via Self Architecture.