Dead and Lovely
Tom Waits
Dead and Lovely — Tom Waits
May 2011
I've been following you since you posted this one on your other blog. You live such a glamourous life, I wish I was you for a day.
Well, first, lately I think my life right now would appear more “glamourous” than usual; I am on vacation so I am allowing myself to be more decadent than I usually am.
But I think that real glamour is what you make of it; you can be just as glamourous, darling. It’s more mental than anything; if you want to live a glamourous life, then do so. Anyone can. It doesn’t matter how much money you have, where you live or what other people think. It’s about self confidence, loving yourself, and your life. It’s the way you hold yourself and the way you feel about it, not the way society/people/etc. supposedly feels and/or holds itself to you.
Don’t wish you could be me for a day; find your inner glamourous-self and wish you could be you for the rest of your life, then do so.
Tomorrow I am going to the Alphonse Mucha Museum in Prague!
The deeps
Full fathom five they father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them—
Ding-dong, bell!
From The Tempest
