(Trenchcoat - Max Mara)

I miss u.

Things I wish I didn't remember:
The way dad's friends looked @ me when I was fourteen.
How I once let one of them touch my blouse.

Or that one time @ Hilton when a man bought me a glass of wine because he liked my shoes and I drank it without a word while staring @ the Jil Sander boots I just stole.

I guess that's what loneliness really feels like.

Just woke up, reflections of the pool in the ceiling. Decided 2 turn over and sleep some more.
Then Aloysius told me. Today is Facebook day. And it IS.

So all you readers, please be my friend HERE ON FACEBOOK.

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Also I've been contacted for interviews. An LA based magazine, TV and a fashion magazine. Should I talk 2 them? I don't know.
Last month I've been talking to no-one but you, and I never felt as good. My words are yours. What should I do?
Love Anya

Sometimes it feels like my sentences echo empty in a huge vault. Like I am alone here, but I’m not, right? I can see you in my statistics, a tidal wave of numbers. But why are you so quiet?

When you write to me, I get all dazed. I wake up in the morning, my mouth taste like tar, and then I think about the fact that I at least have you. But now I don’t know. Are you even here?

(UPDATED: THANK u everyone that has written here, mailed or witten about me: You are the dreams. And without dreams, the dreamer is just sleeping. Now, I Can't help but to post some of the beautiful things you write about me!

http://textbook.tumblr.com/post/8083910943/pneumonia-white-worth-the-read
http://www.stylepage.com/p/pneumonia-white
http://aboutafantasy.blogspot.com/2011/07/pneumonia-white.html
http://www.pretaprotester.com/pretaprotester/2011/07/street-stalker-24-pneumonia-black-white-edt.html
http://accoudrements.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-something-wild-about-you-child.html
http://thejazzemporium.wordpress.com/2011/07/21/all-sixes-210711/
http://thefashionworshiper.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-crush-pneumonia-white.html
http://mypreciousconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/07/acid-dreams.html

Love and blessings 2 all of you!)

(Dress: Vintage Valentino + Alex&Chloe necklace)

1983. The year 25 members of the Red Brigades were imprisoned for live. The year the first woman entered space.

1983. The year Amy Winehouse was born.

Amy once said she'd already been to hell. Now she's in heaven. Black is the color of grief, but for Amy we dress in white.

I want to do something to honor her. Do you want to join me? Take a picture of yourself dressed in white, let your heart sing and share the lyrics. Publish the post, name it "Back to White for Amy Winehouse" and comment here with your link. I’ll choose 5 ppl to be featured on my blog.

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”I don't ever want to do anything mediocre. I hear the music in the charts and I don't mean to be rude, but those people have no soul. Learning from music is like eating a meal.. you have to pace yourself. You can't take everything from it all at once. I want to be different, definitely. I'm not a one trick pony. I'm at least a five-trick pony.”

It is quiet. Outside the windows the sky above the canyons is dark, filled with zinc-gray clouds. Black is already asleep beside me. Aloysious by her side, grunting far away in his bear dreams. No sign of Mr. Mysteriuos and two more phonecalls from granny's attorney. My life is turning into a weird dream that I can't control, but tonight I don't care. I've been sittin' here reading mail and letters from YOU.

It's so weird to know that people from all over the world read my words and even LIKE them. I've now dedicated a special section to YOU.

I've also gotten a LOT of mails from companies claiming I'm "hype" wanting to promote me. But actually, that just scares me.

Instead I want to ask all YOU readers that hasn't already started dreaming my dream. Join my monsters. Help tell the world about this. Link to me, tell friends about me, tweet about me or like my posts on Facebook.

I couldn't have guessed how good it feels to have people understanding. But it does, and now you are my drug. I need more.

Love
/Anya