you can sink to the bottom of the sea

 

(ph: la-bouilloire-noire)

home sick from work. reading for my gothic revival and renaissance classes in between naps. banana pancakes for an early supper, i think...

the civil wars - c'est la mort 

you're only dancing on this earth for a short while

(ph: ?)

i cannot wait for my hair to get nice and long. it's nearly there. soon... 

(ph: eternityonwings)

this is the first saturday in a while that i spend by myself, and it's so quiet and refreshing. even though i haven't even done what i meant to do (oh hi, homework). i did, however, make weekend plans for my visit home in february! i'm so excited to spend a saturday analyzing cathedral architecture in montreal with my bestie <3 
spending tomorrow with my boy. haven't seen him in a week. he's like my prince charming, arriving in toronto tonight at midnight. 

sóley - read your book

cinq étoiles assassinées

(ph: wildfox couture)

i want long, blue mermaid hair.
the most exciting part of today was coming home to find my art history book on the gothic revival had arrived in the mail today, and was waiting on my bed for me. i'm so not sleeping tonight. i've also missed chatting with my bestie. we finally caught up today. hopefully i see her in glengarry, soon <3
 

john fullbright - satan and st. paul

a child-like reaction time

(ph: ?)

i find myself anticipating the search for a new apartment. this is a great perhaps. today was bitterly cold, and i mostly wished to sleep the miserable weather away, but instead spent my day smiling against my will. such a contrary child.
time for renaissance readings and tea.

iron & wine - waiting for superman

i guess i take after my mother

(ph: sally mann - new mothers, 1989)

i fell in love with sally mann's work in my first year of photography class. her images are controversial at best; however, i am reminded only of my childhood, romping through the fields in my skin. growing up a wild mayflower in the country is like no other freedom.

(ph: sally mann - blowing bubbles, 1987)

as a child, bubbles were quickly hidden from reach around my house. i suppose we may have washed the cat one too many times...

buddy holly - dearest

two-faced

(ph: annieemal.blogspot.ca)

in the midst of change. becoming happy.

the pretty reckless - you