The feeling of death, the feeling of stress. What can the most beautiful girl in the world be thinking, be feeling, be missing, be seeing. No one can think your thoughts. No one can feel your loss. The way of the world is lost in fear. Everyone tries to be near to her, but inside her eyes are seeing the world for what it is. Escape to the universe string theory and quarks. I don’t need magic when I know how it works.
Take me there, where the wind blows cold and the water runs deep, where the mountains stand high and the trees grow green, where the wildflowers bloom and the eagles swoop slow. There’s no other place this sweet soul knows.
HAT, CAP, TANK, KIMONO (BUTTON UP DRESS)//all thrifted
HIGH WAISTED JEANS//ross
ANKLE BOOTS//Harley Davidson, eBay
JEWELRY AND BELT//thrifted, gifted
I’ll be posting more pictures from this day later, I just wanted to get it up. <3<3<3 you all!
Life is an illusion, we can’t trust our eyes. It’s all down to science, surmizing the prize of the atom. So long ago, we figured it all out and now we can do nothing but shout. Empty thoughts, empty words, we dont know where we stand. We don’t have all of the facts, they slip through our hands. But with a quick jaunt, you can have what you please, the world wide web is here to appease. Please please think of yourself, education is a powerful card to be held. Knowledge and wisdom and kindness are one, but misery, depression and melancholy will come. The universe takes its time with us down on earth, don’t waste what is given, don’t waste what is yours.
Let your mind wander down the rabbit hole, there are still many things to know. Our universe expands, or contracts. One day we’ll all collapse. Space seems so cold and empty and far but it cocoons all inside its grid of time. Winding around every spherical planet, warped with the weight of a super star’s mass. Even though the light from the star is coming now only after its death, we can still admire the glow. Rapidly spinning, thoughts are ripped away and only nothingness remains. Let your mind wander down the rabbit whole and regain your sanity.
Initial moon spiral art by ©penabranca penabranca.tumblr.com
BLUE WOODSY BRIGHT BLUE INVERSE REVERSE BACKWARDS THROUGH THE MIRROR FRONT TO BACK HOLD YOUR HAND OUT MAKE A PACT BLOOD DRIPS OUT BUT IT’S NOT RED BRIGHT BLUE NEON GLOWS IN THE GREEN CLEARING OF THE FOREST WHERE WILD PLANTS GROW FROM THE SKY AND NO ONE KNOWS THE LANGUAGE OF MAN THE LANGUAGE OF MONEY MONEY TALKS AND SO DO I HONEY
Oh my lovely lovelies, float along on the wind. Dream softly of summer sun before winter rakes you in. Nothing can call your mind away from its deepest hopes; therein lies the strongest desires never uttered into quite hearts. Eyelashes brush against your cheek when they’re closed; two beautiful crescent shapes softly flutter closed. Don’t touch the butterfly’s wing, elst she cease to fly again. Just silently behold the delicate stirring of the air, that we can scarcely comprehend but we know in our heart’s imaginations.