bavarian sugar cookies.

“as harold took a bite of bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be okay. sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank god for bavarian sugar cookies. and, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten danish, soft-spoken secrets, and fender stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. and we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. they are here to save our lives. i know the idea seems strange, but i also know that it just so happens to be true.”
-stranger than fiction.
*image from little-doodles.blogspot.com

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.


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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.