Jan 16, 2024
Peter Farmer (b.1971) - Chirriger. 2010. Oil on canvas.
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Peter Farmer (b.1971) - Chirriger. 2010. Oil on canvas.
Marina Kanno 菅野茉里奈
Marina Kanno 菅野茉里奈 as “Giselle”, “Giselle”, choreo by Patrice Bart after Jean Coralli and Jules Perrot, music by Adolphe Adam, stage and costume design by Peter Farmer, Staatsballett Berlin Berlin State Ballet, Berlin, Germany.
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Marina Kanno 菅野茉里奈
Marina Kanno 菅野茉里奈 as “Giselle”, “Giselle”, choreo by Patrice Bart after Jean Coralli and Jules Perrot, music by Adolphe Adam, stage and costume design by Peter Farmer, Staatsballett Berlin Berlin State Ballet, Berlin, Germany.
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Source and more info at: Marina Kano on Instagram
Ian Serraillier - The Enchanted Island: Stories From Shakespeare, c. 1970s
Artwork by Peter Farmer
It's funny, though. Being insecure, and jealous, and controlling. Ends up creating the very situation you don't want to have.
Peter Farmer and his infinite wisdom on relationships.
Peter: That's okay, we're all fuck ups.
Amy: Yeah, I guess.
Peter: You're a fuck up. I'm a fuck up. My roommates are fuck ups. Rob met my dad today; my dads a grumpy fuck up.
Amy: But it just kinda sucks sometimes
Peter: Yep. But, hopefully one day you will get to the point where you just go ... Okay. I'm a fuck up. And then you move on with your life.
And suddenly; everything is unfucked.
Here's the thing.
Peter and I broke up last night.
Again.
The problem here is we never spend any real time apart anyway, so it's simply felt like a strange ebb and flow of a friendship, rather than falling in and out of any real relationship.
Type thing.
Other problem is I love him a lot. Like a lot. A lot.
He also loves me too, which I know. We also make each other very angry a lot of the time. Frustrated, aggravated, sometimes sad.
Despite that there are many, many happy moments shared. But I think the pressure of feeling forced into some square relationship hole has caused us to erupt. And now it seems only time will tell if we can learn a bit more in the space outside of that square.
I do fall in and out of love very easily, but Peter's heart to me is a rock of honesty, integrity and loyalty. That won't fade so quickly.
Today.
It's P's birthday (so close together!) and he says he's not one for celebrating but I love birthdays. So I baked him cookies and brownie and bought him space food sticks, because really he loves the little things best.
Even when he scowls at me I know it's true, the little sarcastic grommet he is.
Happy birthday baby. Ruv you rong time.