love: messy beds

there is something i will always love about
unmade beds with wrinkled white sheets
made soft by the tangling and untangling
of legs and arms and fingers and hair...

see: an education

"all that poetry, and all those songs
about something that lasts no time at all..." - jenny

see: blush + snow

sometimes i daydream
of paris or prague
in the winter
and somehow i picture everything
in a shade of
the warmest white,
the palest grey,
and the pinked cheeks of girls who live
in these cities where magic exists in the everyday...








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images from studio violet
and the society ink

see: leave (a short)

Leave Me from Daros Films on Vimeo.

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all of us have
once-upon-a-time's
as if our lives were a book.
and sometimes it is hard
not to want to flip back
to old pages
just to make sure
that everything up to where you are now
is where you are supposed to be
and that everything before
is just as it was and will remain unchanged
no matter how many times
you go back
the story remains the same:
once upon a time you were 19
and it was July
and you believed in meant-to-be's...

letter: dear heart

to let go
is to be unselfish.

to be unselfish
is to love.

to love
is to let go.

(and so it goes...
so it goes...)

hear: boat behind

by kings of convenience



this makes me think of:
blue and white striped beach umbrellas
(at the beau rivage in nice).
skinny dipping.
being late for morning classes.
eating cheap chinese food from a truck.
my now deceased vintage riding boots.
library stacks.
that time of the day when the afternoon sun is just about to
rendezvous with the first evening star.
the smell of suntan lotion.
trees strung with fairy lights.
empanadas at kensington market.
letters to self.