28 February 2013

Lust for Life

Good song, good video. Missing San Francisco and ABC♥
Miss hanging out, driving to random places and adventuring.
 I like the style of the video though, reminds me of the non-official mvs that lana made, or rather I like how its very vintage dreamy, and on film.


24 February 2013


I want a wedding with lavenders, pennant banners, pastel colors, and sparklers. Lemonade, record players, and slow dance. Beautiful typography, stenciled black, yet hand-written fonts too.

I’d enjoy string bulbed lights, and warm cozy nights. Glass pitchers of citric juices, colorful macarons, and tiny hors d’œuvres. Ribbons that flow forever and lace as delicate as snow, weaving through the tables and chairs. Branches of willow and birch holding up signs, seating guests, and gold metallic tipped corners sitting on grapevine balls.

Above the guests hang flowers sitting in light bulbs half filled with water, as they pull the willow’s leaves down closer. Small tealight candles and medium candles in mason jars flicker as they light up the tables under the cream chiffon-lined tents. Soft pink and white ranunculus, rose, dahlia, larkspur, and peony sit as center pieces..

Flower wreath adorning the curls that fall softly from my shoulder. And the sweet tender english net-veil just grazing my face….etc


”What the Hour Hand said to the Minute Hand”

“At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine
before peeling off, like a slow band-aid.
At 8:40 you sprint home and make instant coffee.
At 9:45 we finally drink it, cold.
I finish your leftover half.
By 10:50 you are already breathless.
I live for every time we overlap.
When 11:55 comes I spend the entire minute convincing you to stay.
You never do.
By noon I put my hands on your shoulders and say, “Baby,
you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.”
At 1:05 you tell me that while you were gone,
15,300 babies were born.
At 2:10 you don’t say a word,
just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight.
At 3:15 we sit quiet, listening to rain falling everywhere
in the world at once: all 15,000 tons.
At 4:20 we pull a little from the tight joint I keep behind your ear.
You do not inhale.
At 5:25 you meet me for happy hour.
My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth,
a shot of tequila sitting on the bar.
At 6:30 I hear the ticking.
I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps.
By 7:35 I can see you in the distance,
each second a tease until you drape over me.
We always love quick and you never let me hold you.
I dream of drinking you through a straw.
At 8:40 you watch my beard grow 0.00027 of an inch.
At 9:45 we do not speak.
Too many people have died since we last met.
At 10:50 we pray for a meteor,
at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears.
11:55 is my favorite.
We’re only apart for mere minutes.
But at midnight you’ll apologize sixty times
because it will always be like this.
At 1:04 AM I am already sleeping.
It’s exhausting loving someone
who is constantly running away.”
— Megan Falley

14 February 2013


The only thing that gets me through every part of my hypocritical life and surroundings.

"My plan in life is to get a good job and marry you and make you happy like never before"—B

I love him. To the moon and back. Weaved around every star.