'Love Lost'

I don't normally direct my many readers to outside links because I don't want people to stray from my insightful musings and delightful deliberations... but this is too good. My tumblr has been littered with his pictures today...

The man in question: Paul Barbera. His series, 'Love Lost,' documents his travels and the ladies he meets. Based on the photos, I'm sure this is more than a meeting of friends because the photos are hot. Really hot.





The series makes me want to swan about in my underwear and t-shirts, occasionally look pensive and stretch every so often. I also love the houses these women live in. Jesus, it's all so achingly cool.

please tell us why...

you had to hide away for so long..

I have finished my dissertation now. For the past two weeks I've been chained to my desk... Getting to uni at about 9am and sitting in front of my computer, surrounded by books, until about 7pm meant that my brain was mush by the end of the day. Me and G had some very silly walks home from campus. Of course, it wasn't all fun and games.. the week wouldn't have been complete without some tears the night before the deadline. There was panic, there was crying, there were headaches. But it all got done.


Having a coffee with G whilst our dissertations were safely being bound in the library was such a nice feeling. There was celebrating and treats for the rest of the week...


All of it has been rather stressful. After a couple of heavy nights and days of wandering around town without any direction.... my brain is still scrambled. I can't focus on anything. I want to carry on running about the place in a frantic rush. So now it's the end of the week, and i still can't remember how to breathe slowly again. There's been butterflies under my skin for too long now, getting rid of them is proving tricky.
So, for the next few days, I intend to get a few things straightened out... maybe get my feet back on the ground. Just for a little while though.