askannarose:

All I want for Christmas…. (Taken with instagram)

ilivetohearthesewords:

i can’t fucking sleep so i’m gonna play along.

One: my immaturity circa age 22ish-25 and losing someone really important because of it.

Two: i have a cat but he’s kind of a rogue and i think he has another home or two. i see him a couple of times a week perched on the tall brick fence around my back yard. he’s a cat i know more than he is MY cat. he makes his own decisions.

Three: Vincent Cassel, Ryan Gosling, Kit Harington. 

Four: No, and as a rule I don’t want one but once every few years I am fortunate enough to meet someone special who makes me feel that I want to be a good partner and care for someone. Even on the rare occasion when I don’t get my way about it it’s still a nice sensation to experience. Sometimes I worry that I am going to be one of those people who cares more about their work and their friends than they care about being settled down. It’s nice to be reminded that I can still be inspired to strike to balance and let old-fashioned Annaliese have her say and her dreaming. This is the part where I am going to get really lazy about using the shift button and stop capitalizing shitttt.

Five: all things pork, all things duck, all things pate, all things shellfish.

Six: the other day someone told me, “you’re my higher power.” when i asked them if they believe in god. It was more clever and swift than sweet. i’ll take clever over sweet any day. recently another someone responded, “that’s a huge understatement,” when i told them ‘“i’m your favorite.” i liked that one too.

Seven: my life doesn’t work that way. i don’t hate anyone. some people i disregard.

Eight: i slept in very late, i had my first brazilian wax, i had lunch with my best boy, i had dinner with my best boy and another best boy, i went with them to pick up a guitar, i drove a funny hybrid car, i did some work, i cleaned my room, i tried a new perfume. i face-timed on my iphone with a nice english boy. i got in bed and watched tv. it’s a hard life.

Nine: that kind of true love that only exists in disney movies and fairy tales. also, more shoes. and you know— a solution for world hunger and homeless pets and a telescope to look at space with.

Ten: london fog, gin martini.

Eleven: what? which ex? which reasons? i love them all, still and probably forever. my former boyfriends and lovers are some of the most special, interesting people i’ve ever met and i am so thankful for them. nothing is done. things just take on new formats.

Twelve: i have an ex boyfriend that i am out of touch with who i miss, i miss seeing my mother, i miss jenna right now because she’s at her mom’s house.

Thirteen: Lolita

Fourteen: refer to One

Fifteen: i don’t really understand this one either. If i get married i hope it’s in a blur of love and practicality and that it’s outside somewhere in the evening and everyone is very drunk and happy.

Sixteen: i never learned to play chess.

Seventeen: refer to One again.

Eighteen: life is happy, man. there are a lot of standouts. i think my ‘happiest moment’ is probably yet to come and then 50434 happiest moments will replace it on an on-going basis. launching my second company in 2006 was a real point of pride.

Nineteen: probably equity in a couple of start ups, a team to finish MY stalled start up and a humble little craftsman house in pasadena. plus— you know— shoes.

Twenty: embarrassingly the last time I cried was when facebook launched the new timeline. PMS, y’all. i burst into tears thinking about how much things have changed for better and for worse over the last 4 years.

Twenty-one: http://deadgirls.tumblr.com/

Twenty-two: a few of years ago i had the pleasure of having a bit of a mentor moment with gary vaynerchuk who i am a huge admirer of and he told me to start blogging here. i think he meant for me to start a business and social media oriented blog but i do that professionally and i wanted to do this personally.

Twenty-three: people take so many wonderful things for granted. people become very obsessed with pocket aspects of their lives and let small beautiful things become unimportant. i also am increasingly frustrated with people who seem to have no hunger to learn about the world around them and really know things. apathy and tunnel vision.

Twenty-four: not a damned thing. i’m in bed and i should have been asleep 4-5 hours ago but my insomnia is raging so here i am— half-heartedly doing this.

Twenty-five: i am secretly filled with more longing than i ever really want anyone to know about. i also feel tired but not sleepy. and a little too warm.

franki-e:

www.franki-e.tumblr.com/ask

The older we get the better we used to be.

wingsandpreciousthings:

mmmilk:

Nan Goldin

‘Sex itself is only one aspect of sexual dependency. Pleasure becomes the motivation, but the real satisfaction is romantic. Bed becomes a forum in which struggles in a relationship are defused or intensified. Sex isn’t about performance; it’s about a certain kind of communication founded on trust and exposure and vulnerability that can’t be expressed any other way. Sex becomes a microcosm of the relationship, the battleground, an eroticism.’