I raise my hand to a risen glass... and I kiss my dreams goodbye.

 

Words for the day.

I have forty two minutes remaining on my laptop and only a brief moment to write this before I need to get ready.
I have come up with a plan see? A plan that encompasses all of the trivial little character flaws and joys of human life that I have been exposed to over the past few days. They were not any particularly good or bad days. There was no extreme death, loss, breakup, engagement, fuck, fight, or feud.

There was simply life. A well balanced daily dose of your up’s’ and down’s’. 

And what ALWAYS happens in a daily life? Something

SO!

Launch yourself into a new idea of a person about whom you thought you had pegged. 

Played 760 times
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Say Anything I Want To Know Your Plans

You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead.

Strength in my bones put the words in my head. 

(Source: day0ldhatee)

rustybreak:

Marit Fujiwara.I haven’t ever, and I don’t think I ever will, find a more beautiful dress.  “To create a sculptural fabric, I am experimenting with the printing technique of marbling; combining embroidery, bonding and pleating. Applying these fabrics into fashion creates unusual and intricate fashion garments.” 

rustybreak:

Marit Fujiwara.
I haven’t ever, and I don’t think I ever will, find a more beautiful dress.  

“To create a sculptural fabric, I am experimenting with the printing technique of marbling; combining embroidery, bonding and pleating. Applying these fabrics into fashion creates unusual and intricate fashion garments.” 

Played 5,265 times
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

weepling:

Iron and Wine || Fever Dream

Some days her shape in the doorway 
Will speak to me 
A bird’s wing on the window 
Sometimes I’ll hear her when she’s sleeping 
Her fever dream,
A language on her face. 

I want your flowers like babies 
want God’s love or maybe 
as sure as tomorrow will come.

Some days, like rain on the doorstep 
She’ll cover me 
With grace in all she offers 
Sometimes I’d like just to ask her 
What honest words 
She can’t afford to say, like 

I want your flowers like babies 
want God’s love or maybe
as sure as tomorrow will come.

It’s the .1 % of the 99.9% sure that keeps me awake at night.