au revoir, simone

(ph: à quelque part inconnu...)

today, i finally get to hug my aiyana tighter than ever before! i've missed her so much <3 it always seems the days pass by slowly when she is gone...

tomorrow, we both go home to my family! hopefully there is some easter chocolate awaiting me! besides that, i have missed the country dearly, and i am excited to get some adventure time in.
also, this marks my last week as a nineteen year old :( twenty seems so scary...

listening to...
coeur de pirate - comme des enfants
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaUI6Tvd1sA

on leapfrogs and pterodactyls

ph: cocorosie. they are the most beautiful, wildest kinders i have ever seen.

it is absolutely beautiful out today! the sun is so pretty, and it's warm on my skin <3
i am finally done all my exams, and yesterday my ayiana and i moved into our summer apartment! it is a cute little loft over a bakery in our favourite area, and we live with two artistic girlies!

(ph ?)

today, i am going to an art show, downtown, where one of my friends and her photography class will be showing their work. i am so excited to dress up pretty and spend an evening on the town <3 it's been a couple days now of bum clothes and messy hair, so makeup and dresses are very enticing today!

story for ayiana

ph: ?

my ayiana is catnapping beside me :)
i wrote this for her last summer.

If you look closely, you will see
Her arms stretching across the sky;
Her sweet smiles covered in grey.
Lake of the sky, fall not below the ocean line
Deep blue, you hold no reflection.
You drop mirrors, caress the earth with dusk feathers.
Hidden shards of glass, step lightly.
Colour shot across the sky
Running in lines, through her veins
Liquid colour, rush of noise.
An endless chase, never to reach her side;
She runs, quicksilver static remaining ever still.
Light, reach not through
For fear she dissolves into grey sheets of down
Undo her charm, radiance dead.
Leaving not a trace of her memory
As if it never once were
That her arms stretched across the sky;
Her sweet smiles faded into grey.
-indralit

staring at the sun

ph: no clue... google.

i love sarah michelle gellar. my highschool years were all about watching buffy the vampire slayer, and i own every season. so i simply must wish the fabulous lady a happy birthday!!

nothing much has happened today worth telling. i am not getting nearly as much studying done as i would like, however...
well, that is all!

leave all your love and your longing behind

ph seventeenreasonswhyiloveyou (but i wouldn't bet too much on it... i am easily wrong)
happy birthday mommy!! i love you <3
sigh... no pretty sun today. just clouds and rain. looks like a day for studying and essay writing. fannntastic!

ph ?
je n'aime pas les cauchemars! i woke up because of a nightmare and couldnt get back to sleep! how annoying...

some boys romance

ph: ? but i LOVE this room! i want it to be my own!
what a day it has been! slept in this morning, and then made apple crisp with my ayiana... i simply love the smell of apples, cinnamon and brown sugar. it smells like my mother's kitchen <3 afterwards, one of my close toronto friends came for a visit, and we threw on some pretty dresses and spent the afternoon vintage shopping in kensington market! i figured it was the perfect thing to do on such a beautiful day, especially since she had never been there before!
i bought a gorgeous pink, vintage dress at one little shop, and i feel just like a doll, dressed up for a teaparty in it! i also bought a cute wool top with baby leopards on it... it's just adorable paired with a highwaisted lace skirt and some black tights, which is exactly how i am wearing it right now!

ph: comeatmebro

this evening i must, however, focus on my studies. human anatomy aint gonna study itself!
goodnight, lovely people
xo

catching minutes and flying kites

ph: seventeenreasonswhyiloveyou

Lilted whispers, soundless night
Touched by sirens of crystal light
Stained glass, rusty tears
Dust wind blows, shattered stardust clears
Sunday Sabbath secrets hide
Meadows deep in blue wave tide
Scratch of feather on paper stained
Broken teacups, mother’s heart pained
-indralit

i don't think this is quite complete, but it was written last summer, and i don't have a clue how to continue it right now.