i box up all the butterflies

After all the treacherous waters, the ailments of health, the fragility of hearts,
There will be a butterfly to carry me away.

Do you know. I don't. Is there anything as fragile as one human's heart?

The weather's been moody. I've been inspired. My rooms been messy. I wonder how everyone's feeling today. I'm feeling good vibes, and tired eyes. As of lately, I've been fighting with numbers. Yesterday it was christmas, and suddenly, it's August. I refuse to let the passing of time hurt my heart. It can't hurt my heart. My life is too boring right now anyways, (but! the future looks promising). Thoughts of backpacks, boats, airplanes, museums, any kind of exploration... This is what keeps me well.







"what is your favorite color?" a common question we're asked to ponder, since the day we pick up our first paint brush and splash rainbows onto thin paper
my desired color palettes are always changing. when i first appreciated color, i loved blue. it reminded me of the sky, and the sea where mythical creations were born. then I wanted to be my brother, so my favorite color became red, red like lips and ketchup chips.

as i have gotten older, my love has set for the many hues of nature. violets, orange, brown, greens. nothing is as beautiful as the vibrant wild flower you discover when your feet are in the forest.










Not much has aligned differently, or grown, or taken separate shape, since the last time I wrote to you. My hair is still growing, and my heart is still beating. I haven't taken a new routine, and I still have an insatiable thirst for adventure. My life is too dull. I need more strangeness. The closest thing to strange in my life lately are strangers. There are many strangers I come to meet, we pass a smile, or a glance, and I leave wishing we had made each other into friends.

The future, be there for me. I need that "i'm here for you, let's eat strawberry jam, and share secrets" kind of sort of friend.







do you ever feel bored, but you can't think of something to do?
your casting your own boredom spell, but there is nothing you can think of to do. nothing exciting lights your mind, therefore nothing's exciting unless something spontaneous decides to ignite... can i live off of spontaneity forever?.... i think it's time to design plans.







yesterday i saw you staring out the window watching the birds fly by,
feet sewn to the floor,
eyes filled with dreams.



Now I must run! fruit flies are playing by my couch, and a wine glass is waiting for me. love from me to you. all ways. always.


outfit details
socks- the bay $10
skirt- winners $15
cropped jacket- french connection thrifted $15
shoesies- zellers $10
headband- nyc flea market $15