Sundays. No one to hold me. Hold me til my bones crack White White dust

[applenoire]

Sundays make me feel really weird. I don't know why. Sometimes I think it's because I'm being punished for being somewhat of a Heathen. Maybe if I was really good, then Sundays would be wonderful. I'd go to church with my family dressed in my best pressed fresh white clothing, a ribbon or bow in my hair even; We'd smile and hold hands and under it

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[_speranza]

beautiful shots though!! sundays aren't lovely really. well sometimes they are, but i know what you mean.

[applenoire]

thanks, yo. yeah, sundays are strange. i don't think they should be called SUN-days, because to me they certainly don't seem to be full of sun. they always seem grey and dusty, "tin can at my feet...think i'll kick it down the street" nina simone and old folk song weather.

it's okay though. everything in it's place. variation & all that jazz.

p.s. i love that fawn pic of yours, and it's sweet that you say your days have been full of john&yoko. good times.

[guilty_party]

beautiful.

[applenoire]

i don't think we've met. howdy.

[airportstories]

i am lonely on sundays too

[applenoire]

let's be lonely together?

[applenoire]

...

i downloaded music and i asked a friend out for supper. things weren't so lonely then.

[lolitaraine]

I always love looking at your photos. :)

[applenoire]

wondyfullllllll

[_remains]

beautiful photography, love. ♥

[applenoire]

i feel redundant saying "thanks" over and over again, but oh well. thanks, sincerely.

that pic on your lj of the girl with red hair is pretty awesome. whodunnit?

[_remains]

i think the photographer is Wendy Bevan. :)