We ourselves shall be loved and then forgotten. But the love will have been...– —Thornton Wilder
And when it feels like you’re imploding, like you’re the only one...– —from “girls” by nicole blackman
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and...– —from “starlings in winter” by mary oliver
you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for...– —from “after a while” by veronica shoffstall
dolce far niente
so despite the subject line, i was a bit of a busy bee yesterday! um, in the morning i had a rummage through the family jewels—grandiose name tho that is for them!—& rediscovered my… great-grandmother’s, i think, perfume ball necklace: the blue ball unscrews, and inside is a bit of sponge that you’re meant to saturate with perfume, and then it sort of wafts out slowly...
a little titivation never hurt anyone
omg, you guys, how much do i love these shoes? the answer is A LOT, let me tell you. they’re a size too small for me—which is prolly good, let’s be honest, because it takes away the temptation to actually get them!—but mmm, am i enjoying ogling. so fresh! so citrusy! :D also, check out these skirts—& last but not least, a darling little fur cap! too bad i’m not...
mmm, am listening to barnaby bright & highly recommend them! lush, gorgeous violin-based folk, free for download here.
but i just had no intention of living this way
so yesterday morning i gave sleep a good go, but was thoroughly unsuccessful, so at like 5:30 i went for a run. this was especially hilarious (says she facetiously) because the path around the reservoir was basically one big puddle, so i was weaving back & forth most of the time & periodically hopping, sigh. on the bright side the wildlife were out in full force at that hour, so besides...