Dude: There are some things
in life I can't control.
Me: Like what? Needing sleep?
Dude: How much I miss you.
TRUE STORY.I'm feeling a bit Syd-Barrett-meets-Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning, sing songing mad, mad love into everything, with every object in the world reminding me of H-I-M. And by him, I mean the dude; MY dude.
You know the tune, right? It's on every radio station you dial into.
The Best Thing in the World What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Light, that never makes you wink;
Memory, that gives no pain;
Love, when, so, you're loved again.
What's the best thing in the world?
—Something out of it, I think. -Elizabeth Barret Browning
I am stewing in the folly of romance. Every song, every subject, every anything turns my head towards the direction my heart already resides.
My still small voice of reason hisses- that there is no sense in this, that the THIS of this can not sustain itself. A moth may crave flame, dear butterfly, but there is always consequence.
The rest of me plays devil-may-care-bear and suits itself up with a fierce + determined purpose: to love without pause, to give without cause, and to hopelessly dash pell mell into the maw of happiness. Such a mess, this madness. It is also the best thing in the world.
"Who so loves, believes the impossible."
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- vintage animal print scarf, thrifted
- resin tortoise shell/bone ear rings, gifted (thanks Barbro!)
- vintage brown top, Crimson & Clover
- 1960's Safari Sport cheetah print coat, This-N-That Thrift
- vintage gold-tone scaled metal belt, This-N-That Thrift
- vintage moc-croc brown leather clutch, thrifted
- skinny jeans in midnight, Freestyle Clothing Exchange
- animal print "shooties," Freestyle Clothing Exchange