XVII

"Style is being yourself, but on purpose."

It's Spring and there are some things that I love - S

(Images; The Sartorialist, Tumblr, Unknown)

XVI

If ever I've stopped dreaming I've stopped living.

I dream because dreams are the predecessors of life’s most beautiful realities.

I dream because there are those who do not know that it is within their possession to dream; and to know but not do is worse than not to know at all.

Dreams are wildfires. They are lily of the valley’s growing through the cracks of a devastated, deserted earth. They are stellar constellations hand-picked and hand-placed by a celestial, eternal, everything deity. Dreams are higher than hope, deeper than desire, stronger than steadfast, headier than the highest intelligence or loftiest philosophy.

Dreams are more. They are exponential. They are high, and mighty, and good, and grand, and everything, and all things, and always and lovelier and lighter and brighter, and better. Dreams are the cornerstones of heaven. They are not to be bought and sold. They are to be trod lightly around, placed in delicate jars of glass and copper wire, hung upon high places and strung with lights of a golden hue. They are to be toasted with good wine, and celebrated with good food, and thought of, and gestured toward, and unashamedly proclaimed in the midst of friends and foes alike.

They are everything.

Dreaming is everything. When you dream you have everything, are everything. Only you can take that privilege away. Only you can lock it up tight. Don’t, dear heart. Don’t fret. Don’t lock. Don’t hide. Dream. 

XV

The moments when you’re real with me are so few these days.

I sit and I watch you, and I watch the world. And I watch you exist in it. I watch you as you live your lie.

And I love you. Even as I watch you, I love you. Even as I know you, I love you. I love you and your lying life. I love who it shows that you are not. I love the person it shows you could progress to be. I love the person you are while I watch you being the person you are not.

How can I bring these two worlds to collision? How can I tear the curtain, enter the stratosphere, the black hole, the wonderland, the unknown – how can I bring all the thoughts in all the minds of all the organic and dynamic creations into one place and one time and align them all so that

You’ll see me. Seeing you. Seeing who you’re not and loving who you are.

The moments when you’re real with me are so few these days. But when they’re here, I am exhilarated by them.

The moments are so few but the aftershock is so full. I am full of it. I am full of you. I want to be full of you everyday.

But the moments… They’re so few.

XIV

"I don't want realism. 

I want magic! 

Yes, yes, magic. 

I try to give that to people. 

I do misrepresent things. 

I don't tell truths. 

I tell what ought to be truth."

- Blanche Dubois

XIII

"'Cause a little bit of summer's what the whole year's all about." - JM

(Images: ShineByThree, Unknown, Cass Bird)

XII

- Anonymous.