seasonal love

There's a slight chill in the air that stirs up my autumn loves:

silly love song

Silly love songs simply encourage people to pine, but I say it's time to move on.

Sure you could turn your broken heart into a million dollar hit but,

money can't buy you love!

breath of fresh air

It's time for a change, and considering I've been thinking this since February, I think it's long overdue.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 2011

decisions, decisions

the glamourai: January 2011: "'with short hair you begin to crave pearl necklaces, long earrings, and a variety of sunglasses. and you brush your teeth more often. short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style. when it starts growing out a little and losing its style, you have to wear sunglasses until you can get it to the hairdresser. that's why you need a variety. short hair makes you aware of subtraction as style. you can no longer wear puffed sleeves or ruffles; the neat is suddenly preferable to the fussy. you eye the tweezers instead of the blusher. what else can you take away? you can't hide behind short hair... you may look a little androgynous, a little unfinished, a little bare... but your face is no longer a flat screen surrounded by a curtain: the world sees you in three dimensions.'

- joan juliet buck for american vogue, c.1988 (via the political quotidian)

**I'll keep you posted.

my own happiness project

It's selfish to think that the next person that comes into my life,

has to heal my wounds.

new beginnings

¹ There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:² a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,³ a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,⁴ a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,⁵ a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, ⁶ a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,⁷ a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,⁸ a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 A Time for Everything

getting out isn't the problem

Expectations kill me over and over again. When will I finally reach the point where I just let go? I always thought burning bridges was a bad thing and sort of destructive. I vowed never to do it anymore, and tried to keep my relationships with people close. But then I realized, I have no control over these things. There comes a point in time when everything falls into perspective and you realize God has put a period at the end of this relationship's sentence. No comma to carry on, just a period. Letting you know it's okay to let go. It's okay to move on and let that relationship fade. Everything must run its course, and those little expectations that you once held onto don't seem so disappointing anymore. Life will move on and so will you.

getting out of dodge

Tunnel vision comes so easily,

getting caught up in the little things

makes it harder to look at the bigger picture.

Distractions in life create this tunnel,

and it's the light that guides us through.

I want to know what's on the other side.

Love is . . .

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

perfect package

A wonderful surprise came in the mail last week,

a box filled with candies and treats all the way from South Korea.

I loved it all and it made me miss a great friend even more!

Thanks Sam!

photos by la petite floridienne

flow in the wind

Lets go somewhere, I have no particular place in mind, so the possibilities are endless. I'm not afraid of getting lost, taking a new direction is a new discovery.

I know I'll find my way back no matter which direction I take, somehow I always end up right back where I started. But the art of getting lost is what gives me enough perspective to head in the right direction.