The things I see, the things I love
A mild test for the two of us. Minor sting, can’t wait to hear your variation. Happy smiles, chin up, fleeting ego. Lots of stopping, then starting again, but not as if driven by a motor. A repetitive scheme it is not. Far from. Far, far from. I miss you smiling at me. In the garden, in the parking lot. In the car, briefly to yourself, because I made you laugh so you hang your head and chuckle and I find myself going completely fucking insane as a result of that.
noun blush plural noun blushes
It was blush at first sight. Me, my products— him, his marvels. Spent evenings under the pale night sky; all was crisp, bittersweet, & hopelessly intangible. I never saw days like those. I never spent nights like that. Underneath the crystal-clear skies, we melted into ambiguous forms. We found ourselves feeling things we didn’t think we could again. Immersed somehow so very distant, he sings to me.
I didn’t want to turn this into a place for my writing but where else is a girl to go?
Catastrophes come to a close. For end matters, whatever works. Chase Bank ATM receipts by email, updates not installed. Because you’re just too. damn. distracted.
I don’t like to admit when my head is spinning. I don’t like to seem out of control. I don’t like to seem like I’m perfectly attached together. I don’t like to seem domineering and inherently a threat to the success of others. So this shallow space I’ll occupy, for the week, for the month– until it is time to give in. When is it ever the right time to give in? Shallow spaces.
I’m trying to decide what direction to take this writing space in– lifestyle blog, or personal blog. I will be doing a compare and contrast post regarding the two in my next post. I’m fueled with ideas, some may be knocked off, others more prized and intentional. I like the general voice I’m conveying my points and strings through, though. Isn’t that something, for me, to value and inherently find pride in? Not pride, something less all-eyes-on-me, more of a content nature.
I want to take an in-depth english class. and I am— soon! It’ll be online and while I’m in Russia, but it’ll hopefully cover literature I find relevance in my being towards. You feel like you can do that th anything, and when it comes to it there’s a disconnect, however minor, however pure. I don’t think I am great— I write in my own way, what if it’s all wrong? To read others’ works is to expand the mind.
The delightful treasures of life. Count them, take them in. Laugh at it all.
xo, Elle
Trying to figure out exactly where I started and how I have led myself to this point, but no—- why regress into figuring out the past in the current moment when I’m moving forward. Maybe before bed, with tea, maybe. And always in the back of my mind. But not for me to dwell upon.
Anyway, here is a compilation of photographs that sum up what this month (some, even year) have been for me, and others or within the same photograph by nature, what is fueling inspiration or what I fathom will become of the rest of the month.
Enjoy.
And finally…
xo, Elle
Flowers are one of my greatest joys in life- definitely top 3. I can’t imagine my world without flowers, my favorites being pink and white, although I am gearing towards other colors with the more rose gardens I visit.
Yesterday I went to the market and could not help myself away from some pink & pink-orange mini roses. I’m not sure they’re mini roses, but they’re much smaller than average. Maybe that’s just their kind of lifestyle.
I have been collecting bottles- mainly sake and wine bottles, for holding a single flower stem the next time I buy myself my beloved flowers. They proved awfully handy and worked perfectly. This is just one of the fondest delights of life for me. The rooms are refreshed and my mind is at ease when I look at them.
Hope your life feels some romance in some way, shape, or form soon as well!