The cracks on the wall, splinter the paint

among lifeless trees, we walk into our home, there's cracks on the wall, and splinters of paint.

hello my beauties. it's a cold, and lifeless Saturday.  I'm playing hide-a-away in the beds of my home, admiring portraits hung on the wall, and reading stories about missing cats.   There's so much to growl about today. 

Firstly, my belly was aching last night, and lead me into sleepless hours. Secondly, I have A GIANT list of things to do.  Lastly, the furnace is broken. The entire house is at winter's door. I'd turn into snow if it wasn't for furry blankets, and a fireplace to sooth my shivers.  I'd turn into dust if it wasn't for the comfort of my loved ones.

Thank you my beautiful universe! I've got lovely companions!

My dad brought me Fresca, fruit(KIWI!! mmmm), and soda crackers.

My mom held me while I sipped apple juice. And we watched television through the moonlight.

My boy brought me root beer, and made boiled eggs

Adieu to you my tummy troubles. There's so much living to do.

Let's be happy folks! I want our brains to be tiny suns. The sun light will pour from our cells, to our skulls, into our cheeks, through our smile, and escape through our speech.   We'll light the tunnels, and caverns of living, and we'll ignite happiness into every lost soul.

I've been down on my mind.  My entire being feels unwell. But I'm trying to be a tiny sun. I'm trying to be a creature of gladness, goodness, and hope. I'm passing days thinking about trials, progress, and celebration.

 

Celebration! Celebration is delight, and deserved by most of us.

It's the thirteenth day of November. In one month, it will be the thirteenth day of December. Do you know what that means?   My birthday!  My 18th birthday! Does this mean my life will begin?

Finally. 

There will be open doors.

Doors to live music, 1am dining, fancy wine drinking, and bright city lights.

"“For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”"

Look closely for a future blog post, surely bittersweet, 
detailing my love-hate-relationship with youth & adulthood.
I want to be older, yet I want to be young forever?

I'll leave you with a lovely quote I read today....     

“People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just fade away.”

Thanks for reading!

Kisses xxxx

beige boots- ZARA $100
beige top- Winners $13
thrifted skirt- Free People $8
cardigan- Mom's closet