Under the Waves

"[...]In the blue of my oblivion.
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea"

image via Sugarhigh + Lovestoned

“I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.”

images via Tumblr, graphic created by me

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"Waste away the days,

Waiting on a a new age.

But time betrays me and I get older one more year"

image via Miz En Scene

A lover I don't have to love

Just went on a an epic (accidental) shopping trip and scored these Jeffrey Campbell clogs with 75% off.  Whoop.  I didn't buy anything I actually intended to buy but plenty that I didn't.  Why does that always happen?

Edit:  I've just realized I actually blogged about these very shoes in March last year.  Ha.

image via me

Blackberry Stone

"Well I own this field

And I wrote this sky

And I have no reason to reason with you"

I'm still hoping for a rapturously golden summer like the one Miss Abbey Lee is enjoying.  But it has rained non-stop all day today and most of the weekend.  I think I might have to head to warmer shores to feel the sun on my skin again.

"Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.


Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.


I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern ----


My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.


Does not my heat astound you. And my light.
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.


I think I am going up,
I think I may rise ----"

I have been inside watching the rain and bad tv for most of the weekend, with a cold that began on Friday 13th... coupled with a few other things, this has led me to act a little more irrationally than usual.  Listening to Laura Marling on repeat can only be adding to my state of delirium.

It's Monday tomorrow and back to normality, so let's hope it passes by then.

image via Bardot Witches?  Extract from Fever 103 by Sylvia Plath