Leanna Banana

We would love nothing more than to aid the hearts of our beloved when they are most in need.  Sometimes it drives us mad because we know that we are not in control of unforeseen time.  We are unable to mend even the simplest ache, and this breaks our heart a little.  We only keep the time we have cherished, and sometimes it feels as though the days are not long enough and that time itself is slipping out from under us. Sometimes we are regretful of the days that have given us life because we wish that we had done more with them.  Sometimes we are mournful because we wish that we had done less with them.  Sometimes there is joy and sometimes there is pain, and there is joy and pain in everything.  We are fearful that we will exit this world with the same heavy heart that upon which we entered. 
It is important to be cognizant of how infinitely you walk through this life even though at times the veil is too thin to know the difference.  When you are full of happiness, look deep into your heart and you will realize only what has given you sadness is capable of giving you joy. At the heart of joy or sorrow is timelessness.  The timelessness in you is cognizant of that timelessness which belongs to the world.   Yesterday is the thought behind us, and tomorrow is a dream that has not yet been dreamt.  What is alive and breathing in you is the same spark which first ignited the stars. 
Remember when in doubt, look to the stars !
We would love nothing more than to aid the hearts of our beloved when they are most in need.  Sometimes it drives us mad because we know that we are not in control of unforeseen time.  We are unable to mend even the simplest ache, and this breaks our heart a little.  We only keep the time we have cherished, and sometimes it feels as though the days are not long enough and that time itself is slipping out from under us.

Sometimes we are regretful of the days that have given us life because we wish that we had done more with them.  Sometimes we are mournful because we wish that we had done less with them.  Sometimes there is joy and sometimes there is pain, and there is joy and pain in everything.  We are fearful that we will exit this world with the same heavy heart that upon which we entered. 

It is important to be cognizant of how infinitely you walk through this life even though at times the veil is too thin to know the difference.  When you are full of happiness, look deep into your heart and you will realize only what has given you sadness is capable of giving you joy.

At the heart of joy or sorrow is timelessness.  The timelessness in you is cognizant of that timelessness which belongs to the world.   Yesterday is the thought behind us, and tomorrow is a dream that has not yet been dreamt.  What is alive and breathing in you is the same spark which first ignited the stars. 


Remember when in doubt, look to the stars !

your sorrows are your joys unmaskedapgibson:

Leanna Banana just made my day. She is my sweetest friend.
“So glad to see you well, overcome them, completely silent now. With heaven’s help, you’ve cast your demons out.” Maynard James Keenan, A Perfect Circle: ‘The Noose’

your
sorrows
are
your
joys
unmasked



apgibson
:

Leanna Banana just made my day. She is my sweetest friend.

“So glad to see you well, overcome them, completely silent now. With heaven’s help, you’ve cast your demons out.”

Maynard James Keenan, A Perfect Circle: ‘The Noose’

redit is the reflection of the setting sun in her eyes.  it is the hue of the tears that she cries deep into her pillow when she believes that everyone else is asleep.  it is the echo of your heartbeat when you hold her against you.  it is the taste of her kiss.  it is the way that she shushes you with her fingertip against your lips, lingering like an endless sentence though nothing is spoken.  it is the remnant of lust that you leave all over her body in the throes of passion.  it is the sound of her orgasm.  it is the dying ember of your last cigarette.  it is the scent of her perfume on your sheets after you wake alone in an empty bed.  it is the wound that the razor leaves on porcelain skin.  it is the shade of the weeping flowers abandoned in the hallway.  it is the burning ache of your broken heart.  it is the color of love. 

red

it is the reflection of the setting sun in her eyes.  it is the hue of the tears that she cries deep into her pillow when she believes that everyone else is asleep.  it is the echo of your heartbeat when you hold her against you.  it is the taste of her kiss.  it is the way that she shushes you with her fingertip against your lips, lingering like an endless sentence though nothing is spoken.  it is the remnant of lust that you leave all over her body in the throes of passion.  it is the sound of her orgasm.  it is the dying ember of your last cigarette.  it is the scent of her perfume on your sheets after you wake alone in an empty bed.  it is the wound that the razor leaves on porcelain skin.  it is the shade of the weeping flowers abandoned in the hallway.  it is the burning ache of your broken heart.  it is the color of love. 

red is the colour of lovedastardlydave:

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. Rabindranath Tagore LeannaBanana.comHMUA - Miss Darling

red is the colour of love


dastardlydave
:

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. Rabindranath Tagore LeannaBanana.com

HMUA - Miss Darling

someone take these dreams awayapgibson:

Miss Leanna Banana
“They keep calling me.”
Ian Curtis, Joy Division: ‘Dead Souls’

someone take these dreams away


apgibson
:

Miss Leanna Banana

“They keep calling me.”

Ian Curtis, Joy Division: ‘Dead Souls’

a rose by any other namewould smell as sweetdastardlydave:

Thorns don’t stop you from sniffing. Or putting them in a vase on the kitchen table. You work around them…. Cause the rose is worth it… Think what you’d miss.” ― Charles Martin
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a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet



dastardlydave
:

Thorns don’t stop you from sniffing. Or putting them in a vase on the kitchen table. You work around them…. Cause the rose is worth it… Think what you’d miss.”
― Charles Martin

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HMUA - Miss Darling

imperfection is beautymadness is geniusottorotic:

Gold Dust Woman
Did she make you cryMake you break downShatter your illusions of loveIs it over now- do you know howPick up the pieces and go home.
 
Model: Leanna Banana
Location: SWFL
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imperfection is beauty
madness is genius


ottorotic
:

Gold Dust Woman

Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
Is it over now- do you know how
Pick up the pieces and go home.

 

Model: Leanna Banana

Location: SWFL

Photography: Otto Von Erotica | www.ottorotic.com

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Who is your favourite writer? And what book touched/affected you most?

Thank you for asking.  There are too many to name, to be honest.  This is the short list.

The Little Prince by Antoine De-Saint Exupery.  This was a childhood favorite that I have recently revisited in my adult years.  I had forgotten most of the story, and I was amazed that upon reading it again, the book reached me in a different way and delivered to me a message that I needed to realize.  It keeps me young at heart.  I recommend it to everyone.  

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.  I had initially read this when I was 16 in high school and have since reread it more than any other.  A classic, it never gets old.  Breaks my heart every time in the most beautiful way. 

Hunter S. Thompson shaped my adolescence in a way that few others could.  The funny part is, I became aware of the parallels between he and I upon reflection of my youth, not during it.

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.  The lovely flowery language aside, Dolores Haze and I are truly two peas in a pod. 

The works of Victor Hugo in general, a great man.  His prose is poetry to me.  More quotes of his are tattooed on my skin than any other of my favorites.  He lived during a time when people were especially cruel to one another.  I find it fascinating that even over a hundred years later, very little has changed.  The sad truth is, people are just not good to each other.

The great Charles Bukowski.  When I first began writing, it was Bukowski who made me realize how important it is for your words to sound like your own.  He discovered the best way to reach people’s hearts is simply by being himself and therefore the most honest.  And as an aside, I think we all feel a little bit like Hank more often than we’d like to admit.

The adventures of OttoRotic Banana, part one.ottorotic:

Model: Leanna Banana
Location: SWFL
Photography: Otto Von Erotica | www.ottorotic.com
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The adventures of OttoRotic Banana, part one.

ottorotic:

Model: Leanna Banana

Location: SWFL

Photography: Otto Von Erotica | www.ottorotic.com

http://ottorotic.tumblr.com (follow me! on Tumblr)

“And when you’re consoled (everyone eventually is consoled), you’ll be glad you’ve known me.  You’ll always be my friend.  You’ll feel like laughing with me.  When you look up at the sky at night, for you it will be as if all the stars are laughing.  I’ve given you stars that can laugh.  You’ll have stars that can laugh!”  - Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Le Petit PrinceWords cannot explain how much meaning this holds for me.Tattoo by Douglas Mendoza of Bona Fide Tattoo.Photography by the wonderful Andrew P. Gibson.

“And when you’re consoled (everyone eventually is consoled), you’ll be glad you’ve known me.  You’ll always be my friend.  You’ll feel like laughing with me.  When you look up at the sky at night, for you it will be as if all the stars are laughing.  I’ve given you stars that can laugh.  You’ll have stars that can laugh!” 

- Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Le Petit Prince

Words cannot explain how much meaning this holds for me.
Tattoo by Douglas Mendoza of Bona Fide Tattoo.
Photography by the wonderful Andrew P. Gibson.

I’ve given you stars that can laugh;you’ll have stars that can laugh !dastardlydave:

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo
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I’ve given you stars that can laugh;
you’ll have stars that can laugh !



dastardlydave
:

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo


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A change of speed, a change of style. 
A change of scene, with no regrets, 
A chance to watch, admire the distance, 
Still occupied, though you forget. 
Different colours, different shades, 
Over each mistakes were made. 
I took the blame. 
Directionless so plain to see, 
A loaded gun won’t set you free. 
So you say. 

We’ll share a drink and step outside, 
An angry voice and one who cried, 
‘we’ll give you everything and more, 
The strain’s too much, can’t take much more.’ 
Oh, I’ve walked on water, run through fire, 
Can’t seem to feel it anymore. 
It was me, waiting for me, 
Hoping for something more, 
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.



bleedingfragments
:

“A change of speed, a change of style. 
A change of scene, with no regrets, 
A chance to watch, admire the distance, 
Still occupied, though you forget. 
Different colours, different shades, 
Over each mistakes were made. 
I took the blame. 
Directionless so plain to see, 
A loaded gun won’t set you free. 
So you say. 

We’ll share a drink and step outside, 
An angry voice and one who cried, 
‘we’ll give you everything and more, 
The strain’s too much, can’t take much more.’ 
Oh, I’ve walked on water, run through fire, 
Can’t seem to feel it anymore. 
It was me, waiting for me, 
Hoping for something more, 
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.”

- Ian Curtis, Joy Division: ‘New Dawn Fades’
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul ? Butterfly…my all..my own, ButterflyMy butterfly, I remember theday we met. You bumped into me.Well, sort of floated, from no where, and from that moment, I recall whatI said, ‘Well, my little butterfly,  where did you come from.? Butterfly, you laughed, and responded, ‘I picked you out, and just floated down, and landed on your shoulder.Butterfly, there are many that thinkthat a Butterfly, can’t laugh, but you did.They think that a Butterfly, does not cry, but you have.Can a Butterfly be happy, cause happiness? Butterfly, of mine…you did.Can a Butterfly, caused one to nearly burstwith joy? Butterfly, you did and you have.Butterfly, there is not a moment, since Imet you, that I can not recall.Some might wonder what a butterfly, drinks.Butterfly, shall we let them know, we becameintoxicated, as we sipped the nectar of life.As my butterfly and I floated through thewonders of earth, I wish we could share thejoy we found, with all of this planet.Butterfly, shall we always be together? Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on earth, I mean until the stars stop shinning.Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon…no anything, but my Butterfly and I.Butterfly…I think that we will. Butterfly, I believe that we were meant to be.(Because I love this poem more than words are adequate.)dastardlydave:

And the butterfly overcome with love for the rose and heedless of thorns and other dangers passes by the daisies and lilies. Drawn by the heady aroma and the madness it causes, rushes headlong into destruction or salvation and pauses not a moment to ponder.
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Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul ?



Butterfly…my all..my own, Butterfly

My butterfly, I remember the
day we met. You bumped into me.
Well, sort of floated, from no where,
and from that moment, I recall what
I said, ‘Well, my little butterfly,
where did you come from.?

Butterfly, you laughed, and responded,
‘I picked you out, and just floated down,
and landed on your shoulder.

Butterfly, there are many that think
that a Butterfly, can’t laugh, but you did.

They think that a Butterfly, does not cry,
but you have.

Can a Butterfly be happy, cause happiness?
Butterfly, of mine…you did.

Can a Butterfly, caused one to nearly burst
with joy? Butterfly, you did and you have.

Butterfly, there is not a moment, since I
met you, that I can not recall.

Some might wonder what a butterfly, drinks.
Butterfly, shall we let them know, we became
intoxicated, as we sipped the nectar of life.

As my butterfly and I floated through the
wonders of earth, I wish we could share the
joy we found, with all of this planet.

Butterfly, shall we always be together?
Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on
earth, I mean until the stars stop shinning.
Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon…
no anything, but my Butterfly and I.

Butterfly…I think that we will. Butterfly,
I believe that we were meant to be.


(Because I love this poem more than words are adequate.)


dastardlydave
:

And the butterfly overcome with love for the rose and heedless of thorns and other dangers passes by the daisies and lilies. Drawn by the heady aroma and the madness it causes, rushes headlong into destruction or salvation and pauses not a moment to ponder.


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bleedingfragments:

There is a line that gets crossed from time to time that will cause you to feel hurt, deeply. It sneaks up on you, leads you to wonder why you even try, even bother. It ruins your little world for a while, & you just can’t climb out. Today is one of those days for me, an utter confluence that breaks me down. 
And then I remember, tomorrow will come. 
I remember that you are out there, that you deeply care, that you love me.
Slowly the pain starts to fade as today becomes tonight becomes the next morning. 
I remember that life is hard, but life is worth every bit you put into it. 
And I love you too.

bleedingfragments:

There is a line that gets crossed from time to time that will cause you to feel hurt, deeply. It sneaks up on you, leads you to wonder why you even try, even bother. It ruins your little world for a while, & you just can’t climb out. Today is one of those days for me, an utter confluence that breaks me down. 

And then I remember, tomorrow will come. 

I remember that you are out there, that you deeply care, that you love me.

Slowly the pain starts to fade as today becomes tonight becomes the next morning. 

I remember that life is hard, but life is worth every bit you put into it. 

And I love you too.

Butterfly…my all..my own, Butterfly

My butterfly, I remember the
day we met. You bumped into me.
Well, sort of floated, from no where,
and from that moment, I recall what
I said, ‘Well, my little butterfly,
where did you come from.?

Butterfly, you laughed, and responded,
‘I picked you out, and just floated down,
and landed on your shoulder.

Butterfly, there are many that think
that a Butterfly, can’t laugh, but you did.

They think that a Butterfly, does not cry,
but you have.

Can a Butterfly be happy, cause happiness?
Butterfly, of mine…you did.

Can a Butterfly, caused one to nearly burst
with joy? Butterfly, you did and you have.

Butterfly, there is not a moment, since I
met you, that I can not recall.

Some might wonder what a butterfly, drinks.
Butterfly, shall we let them know, we became
intoxicated, as we sipped the nectar of life.

As my butterfly and I floated through the
wonders of earth, I wish we could share the
joy we found, with all of this planet.

Butterfly, shall we always be together?
Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on
earth, I mean until the stars stop shinning.
Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon…
no anything, but my Butterfly and I.

Butterfly…I think that we will. Butterfly,
I believe that we were meant to be.



dastardlydave
:

Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
Colette

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Leanna insists that I tell you that I painted the butterflies ;)