i often shiver with cold*

Dear Wednesday*
Mother nature is biting my toes, and calling me to dream of lands with eternal warmness. I close my eyes, deceived by the tropical blankets laid on my bed, and I forget of the winter's bottom. Every night, there is a hope for Summer. As if I could awake in the morning with tulips and herbs and sweet summer rays~

Between writing lines, and sipping vanilla milk, I am looking at pictures of trees. Wild oaks, and circus trees, redwoods, and cherry blossoms. A tree growing from the ground and the brethren of it's roots, such a beautiful thing.   It seems fitting to chatter about the mystery of trees while dressed as one.   Wearing green furs as my crown, and wild flowers as my blossom.  It's almost as if I've plucked the vest from the forest moss, and shaped it for a girl.*

I purchased the fur from Forever 21. If it hadn't been for the eyes of my mama, and the racks of sales, the fur would belong to someone else. Maybe someone who prefers green at Halloween*

As 8 oh clock chimes, Wednesday yawns and chants for tiredness. These early morning risings swallow my evenings. By 7 pm, I am no longer attached to a rhythm. Instead, I am attached to the idea of sleep. For now, I am wordless, and letter-less.  I leave you with sweet sugary words of someone else. Happy Wednesday*

Kisses !!

"Draw a window on the wall to remind you of the moonlight that soaks the walls while you are asleep."

"If you stuff yourself full of poems, essays, plays, stories, novels, films, comic strips, magazines, music, you automatically explode every morning like Old Faithful. I have never had a dry spell in my life, mainly because I feed myself well, to the point of bursting. I wake early and hear my morning voices leaping around in my head like jumping beans. I get out of bed quickly, to trap them before they escape."

"The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea. “Look at that,” she whispered, and then after a moment: “I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around."

what i wore
blouse- vintage $5
faux fur green- forever 21 $9
boots- vintage $11
floral skirt- winners $12
peacock headband- the market $13

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