sweet dreams.

Babies dream even before they're born
I wonder what they dream about,
seeing the world before life began
Does anybody want to take me away
from the city?
To the country or maybe down by the sea.
Somewhere where no one knows my name
or what I look like and we could breath real
air and we could dream like babies too.

*remains.

elephants and interuptions.

i cant stand people who interupt.

and people who think they understand you,

but in reality, they have no idea.
i really want an elephant.

*picture by lovexevol.com

something?

this one is called something that
i havnt thought of yet.

favourite things.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with string,
these are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.

maria really summed it up there.


*lovexevol.com

we wait, always.

Good morning bloggers,
here I have began my own little creative space where I can document thoughts, photography, artwork, inspirations, writings done either
by me or some more highly creative person. Think of it as, perhaps a secret window into my reverie.
Thanks for stoppping by!



this is an interesting thought.

'i was sitting in the doctors room for fourtyfive minutes with my mother before i said anything a "you know, they say you spend a third of your life waiting." she tells me not to crack my knuckles and, "sometimes for some,more."i don't want to feel calloused everyday,always two fists tightly closed and cast in ice water.here's to the days i break out. the glory days of tungsten lights and sloppy smiles, you know the ones. the sober moments of calm collected contentedness, the days where i pass the time dancing, feeling like one big exhale.
i'm waiting.always. '
- reststops.

*picture from amylia grace.