from her scarlet tongue, the lies she spoke

Winter is coming. Too fast for my taste, but I am looking forward to snow and lights and the thin-place feeling of Christmastime. 

We paint our worlds with perfect lies;
always a bit too perfect.
eventually, we become
what we despise. 

oh my manhattan.

her cool breath
fogging the cold rounds of pearls—
beauty and lace,
the modern woman,
pure silk,
pure skin. 

(Source: minimalminds)

I love something about this. I don’t know what, quite. But it’s beautiful.

Bucolic days of summertime. 

Live for the vibrancy in life.

(Source: hollymurdoch)

This summer’s braid trends - the fishtail braid. Summer project, 2.0.