Even when she’s salmon, she’s still the beautiful Nana.
"Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count."
Happiness is a journey not a destination. Cit.
"I lost the boundary of my physical body. I had my skin, of course, but I felt I was standing in the center of the cosmos. I saw people coming toward me, but all were the same man. All were myself. I had never known this world before. I had believed that I was created, but now I must change my opinion: I was never created; I was the cosmos. No individual existed." Zen Notes
John Galliano Autumn/Winter 2009-2010, photographed by Markus Bollingmo.
The Singing Ringing Tree (1957)
A boy with his body covered in red paint poses for a portrait during the Santo Domingo festivities in Managua, Nicaragua on Aug. 4, 2014. (Esteban Felix/AP)