Friday Favorites #2
- Nov 11, 2016
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Friday Favorites Post #2
My favorites things I came across this week...
Music
Kiiara- Dopemang (Feat. Ashley All Day). I admit, I like Kiiara, but I don't love Kiiara. This song is fun and makes me love Kiiara.
Hymn: All Creatures of Our God and King (sang by The Mormon Tabernacle Choir). We sang this hymn in Relief Society this week and it was so lovely, especially since the Sister I was sitting next to had the most beautiful voice.
Quotes
"I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I’d stop and look so hard I never forgot it. I certainly learned a lot of things I never would have learned otherwise this way, and even when they surprised me or made me sick I never let on, but pretended that’s the way I knew things were all the time." -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
"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, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
"I am both worse and better than you thought" -Sylvia Plath
"I’m Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles." -Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat
Art
Ferdinando Brambilla
Frederic Soulacroix, Reflections
Miss Mathilde Townsend (Detail), John Paul Sargent
Fashion
Valentino Spring 2017
Poetry
Surely spring has been returned to me, this time not as a lover but a messenger of death, yet it is still spring, it is still meant tenderly
-Vita Nova, Louise Gluck
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
-i carry your heart with me (I carry it in), e.e. cummings
When I was seven, I believed I would die: only the dates were wrong. I heard a dark prediction rising in my own body.
-Saint Joan, Louise Gluck
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