cozy winter day.

back to the gypsy that i was…

they’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good
they’ll stone you just like they said they would
they’ll stone you when you’re riding in your car
they’ll stone you when you’re playing your guitar
but, i would not feel so all alone… everybody must get stoned

weightless -

being free, being me, lost in the light

when we first came here, we were cold and we were clear, with no colors on our skin. we were light and paper-thin, with no colors on our skin, til you let the spectrum in.

and when we come for you, we’ll be dressed up all in blue, with the ocean in our arms, kissing eyes and kissing palms. and when it’s time to pray, we’ll be dressed up all in grey, with metal on our tongues and silver in our lungs.

and when we come back we’ll be dressed in black and you’ll scream our names aloud. and we won’t eat and we won’t sleep, we’ll drag our bodies from their graves.

so… say my name - and every colors illuminates - we are shining - and we’ll never be afraid again…

florence and the machine “spectrum”

perfect summer outfit. bring on the good weather.

dreamlife.

loving anything and everything faux-fur these days…. wearing my big luxurious brown vest; adding my katrina tuttle gifted tan scarf to any outfit or topping it all off with a fuzzy headband [pinned with a headmistress feather]. now i’m just waiting for christmas to get my snowy fringe+fur free people bag, along with fur-cuffed aerie gloves :)