A little Otis to remind me of Dirty Dancing......
Come close. Lay next to me. I need to tell you something important.
This song played on repeat in my head all last week.
I will love you til the end of time......
In the wintertime - keep your feet warm. But keep your clothes on and don't forget me.
This quiet little song has such big feelings and love inside it. I love it.
I was not magnificent.
This is a place where I don't feel alone. This is a place I call my home.
I will be thinking about all of the things that I am thankful for this NYE. Friends. Family. Lovers. Brody. Life.
'I climb a tree to see the world.'
This year was all about changes. Taking chances. And believing in things that I didn't think I would believe in again.
Happy New Year Babies!!!
This oversized. cuffed outerwear piece was calling me. Her whole outfit and vibe was refined and articulated perfectly in her outfit. Perfect colors. Perfect haircut. Perfect leather boots. Perfect backdrop. Tweed with accents of orange and yellow feels just like Fall to me.
|Oversized Baby Camel Cardigan|
|Oversized Giles Scarf|
|Acne Admire - Army Green|
|Marc by Marc Jacobs Aviators|
|Led Bloody Zeppelin Tee - One Teaspoon|
|My new favorite brand - One Teaspoon|
Here we have an outfit with all of the components of greatness. Billowing skirt, jewelry, scarf a la Covetist stylez, oversized cardigan, hype tee, sunnies and my favorite booties. Happy Sunday babies. xoxo
Where I am born is far from where I am living
To realize the disappointments and brief nature of actuality
Breaks me open, from what is in my face, every day
I am constantly thirsty for languid language from those
Who leave me crumbs
Like freshly painted stairs
Each, new plain, a different color
And every time I step up
I get dirtied, in thought, in heart, in hope
That, this time, will be different.
That the vibration in which reverbs from our energies
Won't be the daily death of me
Won't be the daily heartbreak
Cause she breaks
For what you said
For what you couldn't
For what you shouldn't
That is the place I live
I am listening for what your heart speaks
Not what your mouth leaks
I am feeling your flesh through the fibers on your hungry body
Not where you've told yourself is appropriate to show skin
Artifice is succulent in it's accessible nature
For us all
I propose to: howl
Scream into the microphone of my heart
I promise you that you won't hear that screeching feedback
It will be praise for praises sake
And, maybe, in that, you will understand that we are all circular beings
Overlapping when we are together
Acute in parallel
Obtuse in our individuality.
And that it's okay to feel our differences
Like when you squint at the sun
The beauty is so much that it requires acclimatization
In beauty and understanding and compassion
The only curse that I carry
Is the one that I drag around with me
My alter that sometimes feels so heavy in your arms
She was born from structure, time, bureaucracy, concrete and wrapped in silence
But just over the waterfall
Of dreams and freedom
Is where I choose to grow
In blessings and humility and in that place where every single person that I love
Is open with me and vice versa
And we can carry each others ground
We can bury each others haunt
And forgive each others ghosts
Of what we swore we'd never say
And when we weep - fallen is the expectations we have of each other
Up is the future
And of what might be
And of what is
When you kiss me
I love you so much
Leave that longing feeling behind
Keep the remembrance of our song
The one that sounds great
In whatever organically driven nature it takes
It offers the radiant light to the world in it's truth
Which is what is
So, leave my body, anxiety
Leave her be in her journey
Your rocking chair will continue to rock
But, not to my beating heart
There is no place for you here
Tenses weave in and out.
I cannot stop the health
I cannot stop the incredible infatuation I have with true love
I cannot stop the hope
I cannot stop the choices everyone else makes
I can only go
With what feels right
With what feels soft and sweet like fresh mango
Louder than bombs
Is my desire to honour myself and my heart
And honor sweetness for sweetness' sake
For the sake of sweet.