Saturday, 12 May 2012

Come to think of it

... when I was living in Toronto and depressed out of my wits, I looked at A LOT of photographs of Audrey Hepburn. It gave me the will to live.  I took out a ton of books from the library, full of glossy photographs, and told myself over and over that my life would be mine again, the way I wanted it. Thinking about how hard things were then still makes me feel sorry for myself. A little.

[image via This is Glamorous]


Angela H said...

and the sadness we will have known go away for a while in this hour or two before sleep...

but it doesn't do to dwell upon them too much in your waking moments.