Submerged

I'm planning so many excursions but I'm afraid of mentioning.
I'm ready for bed with my October issue magazine with Debussy et Beethoven playing from a far.

Bonsoir





Do these photos make your pupils dilate? Yeah...me too. Click on them for their artists.

One of the most overplayed songs out there, however....it's a keeper:  

Happy days to all you lovers and dreamers.

Lets not let the days rot us.

I hope sun rays wake you and lead you to new things.

-Fifi

Today I found my friends. They're in my head.

Eudes de santana


I'm releasing them on a series of numerical codes.

departure from nothing

Let me sleep
For when I sleep
I dream that you are here
You’re mine
And all my fears are left behind
I float on air
The nightingale sings gentle lullabys
So let me close my eyes

And sleep
Per chance to dream
So I can see the face I long to touch
To kiss
But only dreams can bring me this-     Dream of me, Kirsten Dunst

credit goodness

Diamantes

Ignacio Torres

An ensemble of familiar and forgotten faces. Swaying through halls with bare backs.
Endless car rides. Who knew that such things can be so kind to the heart?

The tides kissed my ears with their fall, and my camera lens in no longer in danger of water.


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What does a white winter feel like?

I'll continue drawing contours with my micron pen till all is clear. Unlike this post that is all over the place like my thoughts.

I'm falling into deep sleep now without warning signs; lucid dreaming tonight.



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Tangible organization

merci mirjan

It's difficult to understand as to whether the days grow longer or not. 

The skies aren't lilac anymore, they are bright. My eyes ache from the brightness.

The time has come for another remodeling of my surroundings.

I've grown bored as many previous times. 

>>>keep an eye out for I will show soon.

*Dedicating the next 4 days for many wonderful doings. Lets see if it lasts. (or starts)

Ne t'oublier de moi,

 Fifi

"four winds blowing through her hair"

hanging freely through the air.

where does this end?
here

Low Life

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, each prayer accepted and each wish resigned. 


-alexander pope


Listening to Uffie because she was a huge part of my life when I was younger.


Wearing a party hat and considering a laser show and star gazing night, I know I'm going so....yes.

a continual state of inelegance

Seamos creativos y porfa, no me decepciones.