Saturday, 14 October 2017

REVERIE



































































re-ver-ie;
a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

From the early 17th century obsolete French, resverie; to be delirious of unknown ultimate origin.

































Saturday, 30 September 2017



















Look at you kids with your vintage music
Comin' through satellites while cruisin'
You're part of the past, but now you're the future
Signals crossing can get confusing
It's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy
Sometimes, it's enough just to make you feel crazy
You get ready, you get all dressed up
To go nowhere in particular
Back to work or the coffee shop
Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough
To be young and in love
To be young and in love
Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest
The world is yours and you can't refuse it
Seen so much, you could get the blues
But that don't mean that you should abuse it
Though it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy
I know, it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy
But you












































































I can't wait to discover you.
I think you are worth exploring.
I'm sorry I don't know how to be with you.
I'm sorry I don't know how to take photos with you.
I'm sorry I always send you these ego-centered messages.
Obviously, I want to create more meaningful conversations
& "deep" dialogue, rather than discussing leather pants.
But c'mon, chicks in leather pants are hot & we all have a playful side.
I like leather, bikinis, krishnamurti, meditations, & making out...
& also writing non-cohesive facebook messages : )
I want to keep you going. Selfishly, I want you to keep me going.
While trying on bell bottoms & breezy summery dresses this week,
music by Rhye came on in the boutique. I think you'd like them.
I also like Lana's new tracks, "Groupie Love" & "Summer Bummer".
"Love" as well. I hope you tell your grandkids about me while they are coming of age.
I hope you never have grandkids (hashtag: millenials) I hope you travel the world, live
in Nice, Bali & some unknown corner of the world, that you will refer to as heaven/ paradise/
all you ever needed. I hope you tell me all about it.

































































Wednesday, 13 September 2017
















WHEREVER YOU GO, TAKE THE BREATH THERE WITH YOU








NOT LIKE IT'LL BE ANY EASIER IF YOU START IN PARADISE






THERE IS UNMAPPED TERRITORY WITHIN ALL OF US






HAVE COURAGE & BE KIND



























































































Friday, 8 September 2017

















BE IRREVERENT ABOUT YOUR SPIRITUAL VALUES.

INCREASE YOUR CONNECTION TO THE DIVINE IN UNEXPECTED WAYS.









































I know people kinda see you as a mystery, but I get you. You're awesome, and you make sense to me. ❤️
I'm here for you always like you were for me today and have been in the past.

And I also love your bikini shop idea hehe 🙂






























































































































































Monday, 28 August 2017











IT'S ABOUT BELIEVING THAT THE UNIVERSE DOESN'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE MORE THAN IT LIKES YOU.















































Wednesday, 2 August 2017





















I've let the email chain go silent. 

Last night's waxing gibbous moon has me exited about august's sturgeon moon. Make sure you go out and see it when it happens.




































































Tuesday, 1 August 2017


























"I have a life to garden; a multiuniverse to awake from sleep." -Billie Bille



















































Thursday, 27 July 2017














"Three o'clock & suddenly awake amid the smell of dreams & the years come back and peopled and blown away again like smoke. A young woman am I, twenty nine, but I am as full of dreams as an ancient. At night the years come back & perch around my bed like ghosts.

But, as good as it is, my old place is used up (places get used up by rotatory and repetitive use) and when I awake, I wake in the grip of everydayness. Everydayness is the enemy. No search is possible. Perhaps there was a time when everydayness was not too strong and one could break its grip by brute strength. Now nothing breaks it - but disaster. Only once in my life was the grip of everydayness broken: when I lay bleeding in a ditch.

In a sudden rage and, as if I had been seized by a fit, I roll over & fall in a heap on the floor & lie shivering on the boards, worse off than the miserablest muskrat in the swamp. Nevertheless, I vow: I'm a son of a bitch if I'll be defeated by the everydayness.

(The everydayness is everywhere now, having begun in the cities & seeking out the remotest nooks and corners of the countryside, even the swamps.)"



-The Moviegoer,  Walker Percy
-Photo Credit:  Billie Billie

























Saturday, 22 July 2017

























Now I just feel like I'm talking to myself... which is alright I guess, nothing I haven't done before...

Seriously though, don't leave me out to dry here. You don't have to write a dissertation or anything justsomething























































































































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