part time believer.

an old little rose-bud i found in my Enid Blyton book.

on my new desk! (:

every so often i fear i have grown cold, not being able to feel deeply (my old weakness). maybe even grown inure to heart-bruises and a faint, but still glaringly obvious frustration of not being able to express myself as i want to.

on a brighter note though, it's a good thing how much more happy i am able to feel when i want to. (:

and yet i have particularly immense, intense love for beauty and everything that i see and you too, of course and for those i have yet to meet.

(i will love him because it will be lovely to love him.)

in the towers of your honeycomb.

i went a little cray cray on the editing of these photos tonight cause i stumbled upon some tutorials and i thought why not! hah i'm quite pleased with how they turned out though.

i'm drowning in sleep and yet i cannot seem to and i had such a lovely day today! (:

(all my love;)

"Important lessons: look carefully; record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary; find a way to make necessity beautiful."

-Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels.

"Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?"

-Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson

mine, my loves.

the men in my life!

i've been feeling dispirited and uninspired as of late but i know it passes soon enough and the spark will be here, in (myself and spirits) once more. and how true i am, and as coincidence would have it, i found this following passage of perfectly fitted words written by Kitty Gallannaugh through Emily Tebbetts. (how my heart and love swells when i see her photographs.)

"it’s normal as an artist to feel dry-minded and out of ideas. or maybe you can’t translate your thoughts into the exact images you want. and it can be enough for you to want to scream “why?” it’s not fun, but it’s normal. and i just wanted to tell anyone who feels this way that it’s normal too. it’s healthy to feel that negativity. the phases don’t last forever and you’ll feel the magic pulse back through your veins. it’s okay, it’s not stupid or weak to admit. we all want the recognition we work everyday to achieve. when you put your life into something and don’t necessarily receive back the results you’d hoped for; it can be heart-wrenching. but you work harder and harder for it so when you get there you can look back and think, “i worked my socks off to get here.” and you can feel proud for your journey. afterall, if everything was handed to us straight off the bat - we’d never understand the feeling of self-respect. keep going, you are not alone." -Kitty Gallannaugh

most of the time, my own words cannot do what i feel enough justice but it's words from others that do. i often feel like i can't translate what i want exactly through an image and that mainly holds me back from taking photos. and also because i need a model/models.

ah, it's times like these that i wish i had siblings living here with me. :3

much love. +i hope none of you were affected by the earthquake in Virginia. x


p.s. tell me what you think about the layout changes! (:

playground love.

a bit of my Friday night. not the finest photographs but i love their imperfections. (:

a little different from what i usually come up with, i like the night-time feel and i was so clumsy that night and the unseen and unknown are healed.

much love and have a wonderful week! xxx

vulnerability.

the word for my insecurities would be "WEAK."

if you wouldn't mind terribly, share with me a little secret piece of your deep-seated thoughts, your word. this video broke my heart a little and evoked an epiphany too.

and that's the best kind of inspiration there is, something that moves that deep-seated thing inside of you and breaks your heart a little. funny how you find the beautiful things when you least expect it.

(: much love. xxx

photographs sooc!

for the first time, i'm showing you unedited photographs. (: i love the sky today.

a houdini girl told me in the morning that the clouds tell us stories of what happened on all the 16ths of the past. so i watch them and imagine my cloud-friends whispering secrets and laughs and stars of the past years. and quite slowly, the numbness in my mind ebbs away and i feel the warmth in my bloodstreams again and it all didn't feel so faraway.

i love love love. fate is you is me is change is wavering is constant.

"If Tom had learned anything, it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that's all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence... Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There's no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now."

-500 Days of Summer

right and wrong, most of the time it does not exist.

new and old.

me, new creations and old journal pages and love-postcards.

this is the something that i created that i mentioned before! (:

a quote that, at a point, agreed with so immensely.

"i love you."