This morning the wind blew my wishes away.
They say the tempest is getting nearer, and the wind already stole my dreams last night. Papa says I ought to find my sunshine, but then again, the wind blows it away. Over and over again.
J told me he could never remember his dreams. I promised I would remember them for us. I am not sure I can do that anymore.
x

Star dust

We're only star dust, flying through constellations, dancing in whirlpools.
Until we fall down and apart. Then we're only starghost, lost in black holes.

Lost bones

Lonely bones
Like tree branches
Hanging in a forest of ghosts
Hear them whisper
It's your soul, it's haunted

( notebook of love )

it's only sugar, really.

Have you ever walked in a dream? As on cotton clouds, jumping bare foot in puddles... drinking violet tea and all of a sudden it's covered in snow.

(but you can't say anyhthing, never ever. you can only speak with your heart and with your tears)

(take some fairy dust and close your eyes... tight)


"He belonged to a walled city of the fifteenth century, a city of narrow, cobbled streets, and thin spires, where the inhabitants wore pointed shoes and worsted hose. His face was arresting, sensitive, medieval in some strange inexplicable way, and I was reminded of a portrait seen in a gallery I had forgotten where, of a certain Gentleman Unknown. Could one but rob him of his English tweeds, and put him in black, with lace at his throat and wrists, he would stare down at us in our new world from a long distant past—a past where men walked cloaked at night, and stood in the shadow of old doorways, a past of narrow stairways and dim dungeons, a past of whispers in the dark, of shimmering rapier blades, of silent, exquisite courtesy."

Lullabies vol. I

blossom
cynosure
efflorescence
felicity
forevermore
glow
icicle
lagniappe
lilt
mellifluous
nebula
nemesis
opalescence
paragon
petrichor
zealous