i...

i want to be like water,

i want to slip through fingers but hold up a ship.

michelle Williams

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time...

time was passing like a hand waving from a train i wanted to be on. 

i hope you never think about anything as much as i think about you.

jonathan safran foer
source: enrique badulescu via dustjacket attic

6

sometimes, i believe in six impossible things before breakfast.

alice in wonderland

do you?

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cacharel

cacharel's pre fall 2011 collection

muted abstract florals + hand-painted details

via julie digs design cacharel

aoki tetsuo

beautiful woodprints of people standing by aoki tetsuo

via iiiinspired more lessedra

follow...

follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.

allen ginsberg

louise bourgeois by alexvangelder

inspiration: whites

white is purity, cleanliness + innocence
snow, pearl, antique white, ivory, chalk, milk, lily, smoke, seashell, old lace, cream, linen, ghost white, cornsilk, alabaster, paper, whitewash

jil sander ad campaign 2008

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inspiration: floral

made of, or having a pattern of, flowers
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inspiration: dots

a round mark made by or as if by a pointed instrument; a spot

+ ++

one day

one day, in retrospect,

the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

sigmund freud

via, paolo roversi

assumptions

assumptions are the termites of relationships.

henry winkler

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why

i may never know your reasons why,

 but someday i’m gonna see the good in your goodbye.

jason aldean

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a distant star

sometimes when i look at you,
 i feel i’m gazing at a distant star.

it’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of 1000's of years ago.

maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more.

yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

haruki murakami

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green been food: frank & myrth...

green been food:"my clever designer friend, mady dooijes, introduced me to this gorgeous shop in sandgate recently. some of mady's clothing & acces..."

thank you my lovely dayle.

dayle has a wonderful blog green been food, make sure you check it out!

xxx

what works for you...

i have an everyday religion that works for me.

 love yourself first, and everything else falls into line.

lucille ball

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my shadow

my shadow’s the only one that walks beside me,

my shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating,

sometimes i wish someone out there will find me,

‘til then i walk alone.

boulevard of broken dreams, greenday

blueskybutterflystudio

xxx

some people care too much,

i think it’s called love.

winnie the Pooh

via -  lucille prache  --

xxx

when i...

when i look at you i see an angel.

when i touch your skin my whole body ignites.

when i kiss you i know i’m falling in love.

stefan salvatore

via

homesick

every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.

judith Thurman

via

 so true, i am dreaming of japan- would love to visit, live... where are you dreaming of living?

your small room...

i will remember your small room

the feel of you

the light in the window

your records

your books

our morning coffee

our noons our nights

our bodies spilled together

sleeping

the tiny flowing currents

immediate and forever

your leg my leg

your arm my arm

your smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again.

via

lonely house

so i wait for you like a lonely house

till you will see me again + live in me.

till then my windows ache.

pablo neruda

via

loving

loving you has never been the problem.

what’s troubling me is how loving you may never be enough.

megan mcafferty

via

rewind

carefully constructed textures, lace + elevated veils merge with found objects to create an alternative approach to layering. i love this editorial...

dazed & confused- october 2010- editorial: rewind- model: julia nobis- photographer: ben toms

a kiss

it was a kiss made in lonely dreams.
 a kiss that took its time.

a kiss that felt so right
 she couldn’t remember all the reasons it was wrong.

susan elizabeth phillips
via

learn to fall,

learn to take a fall,

and learn to get back up again.

hawke trackler

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what the eye doesn't see

what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.

paulo coelho

via

memories

memories are what warm you up from the inside.

but they’re also what tear you apart.

haruki murakami

via

antonio berardi

 the carefully constructed coats of antonio berardi's pre fall 2011 are just beautiful.

kiss me

kiss me and you’ll know how important i am.

sylvia plath

via

dream

last night i had a dream about you

in this dream i’m dancing right beside you

and it looked like everyone was having fun

the kind of feeling i’ve waited so long

via

do you dream?

a declaration of love

 when i saw the declarations of love collection of necklaces my heart  fluttered. i secretly wish for one of these....

 len of a little hamster is  dutch + incredible talented-

everything she does, she does well. (she lives in rotterdam were i grew up).

we never met, but it seems like we have known each other for years.

 declaration of love: these pendants i found when i was traveling in asia and are purely a statement of love. the antique heart necklace is also a little box and was used to put tobacco in but you can put a sweet reminder in it. the other one I like to call ‘secret message necklace’, you can put just any note in it! something between you and your lover. and of course the ‘you are my number 1′ necklace is a simple exclamation of love.

valentines day is near so let your boyfriend, secret love, husband or fiance

 get inspired over here to surprise you!

make sure you check out her beautiful blog: a little hamster

for inspiration + loveliness and of course

her gorgeous shop: made by lennebelle 

 

  thank you len xxx

i am a dreamer

i am a dreamer. 

i know so little of real life that i just can’t help re-living

such moments as these in my dreams,

for such moments are something i have very rarely experienced.

 i am going to dream about you the whole night,

 the whole week, the whole year.

fyodor dostoyevsky

via

a cup...

bring me the sunset in a cup

emily dickinson
helen carnac

vulnerable

i almost can’t believe i’m going to make myself vulnerable
 to him again. but what is love but the most extreme + exquisite
form of risk perception? i know that relationships don’t last.
and yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse
 than any other hurt i can imagine.

megan mccafferty

via