when that window becomes a door

Hello lovelies tripping on the same old dirt pile, and hello lovelies dancing on new waters. The evening air sits in my room, two wooly socks on my feet, and I'm still feeling below 0. This weather has me wanting cheerful cloudless beaches like never before.



How am I. I wish I could send love notes to the world, but I'm ill. ill in all stretches of the word. My head is spinning. The world is spinning. I feel as though my days are nothing but a window. A window that I watch through, seeing all that life could be. I want optimism to leak through the faucets in which I bathe. I want the clouds, the animals, the i love you's, the temperamental weathers, I want everything, I want anything. I just want all of these things to bring me what I need. And I know not what I need. Just wellness.

I'll keep writing, eating oatmeal, and listening to Josh Ritter until that window becomes a door. Where do you go to pretend?







After it all, life is strange. Strange like the stranger who greets you in the grocery store, and reminds you of an octopus, an ex lover, or a friend you knew before. How is it, that with such a big world, with so many faces, so many creatures.... Everyone reminds you of someone, something. And whats worse, Why are there so many people who remind you of things you'd rather forget? Life is strange.





Inside of me, there's a wanderer. Longing to get lost. I need footprints in the dirt, and waves in my ocean. When life begins to sing songs of routine, I become lonely. Not only lonely for new hands, or new faces, but new feelings. I need to travel. I need to create my own world. I need to find the self in me I haven't found yet.





I can't stay too sad when I have hearts dancing on my tights. And my pa's fedora on my head... and love in my heart... and a tambourine to shake..

Happy reading! Love and good weather for you all!xoxoxoxo




boots; the bay $80
tights; wet seal $6
skirt; top shop $14
dads hat; zara
jacket; thrifted $5