This has been a rather long absence.

When it is all i have. I could only hope it was. I was the coffee and you were wine,. I wanted to stain your favorite white. Shirt and wreck it,. The way you got me too drunk. To count constellations in my sleep. I want your silhouette to stop. Burning through the back of my eyelids,. For these echoes taking over my head. To stop sounding like voices screaming at me. They seem to tell me.

Monday, July 23, 2012. A parting, lasting memory. I started this blog out of love for food, and a means to learn and meet other people. In the end, it was within myself to learn, to grow and realize what I want to be, who I should be and what path to take in life. We ate dinner at Racks, it held memories as a child that I could hardly remember. It was simply something that I knew, my father used to bring us to Racks to eat.

Friday, March 1, 2013. Pair of the Moxi Lolly skates in Strawberry. Ive been wanting to learn to skate for years and am looking for something fun and fit to do with my man. Friday, February 22, 2013. Ordered some items from Notemaker. I got a Palamino Blackwing pencil, a Tombow eraser and a Delfonics mechanical pencil. Im in love with the Mini in pepper white.

Where the love of nature and adventure meets vintage. The past few days have been wondrous. I highly recommend the Almond Joy. Today, I came across this delightful food blog.

Watch me fight for my dreams. Cobwebs are here to stay. 1 Loves the feeling of sadness, melancholy and nostalgia. Fancies apple and molar-shaped objects.

Writing of sweet and bitter life. That covers us in life. To lie in pleasures warm. Vagina now a vicious red. Ablaze from summer sun,. Bathed in creams and watered down,. How to mend the torn? January 14, 2013. It does not hurt to run now. A girl with burned flesh. Gave my heart to love. Now the universe is love.

An introduction to mori girls. June 4, 2012 by rookbones. Who are the mori girls? The mori girl blog gives a beautiful introduction to the lifestyle and closet of a mori girl. In the simplest terms, they are girls who look like they live in a forest. Walking amongst the grass may not appeal to some mori girls. It tugs at the sleeves of the wondering child inside us, at the dust-caked nostalgia inside our hearts.

Cinderella and Kingsman are currently my favorites.