Magenta Lace Skirt: Forever21.
White Loafers, Head Scarf, Striped Top, Chain Necklace: Thrifted.
White Vest: c/o Aeropostale.
Lipstick in Lime Crime's Centrifuchsia.
The birds. It's like they're a symphony when I wake up in the mornings. My blankets are all ripped off of my bed, my bare legs shivering under the rhythmic whips of the ceiling fan. It felt hot at night, but the morning brings a calm coolness with the dew on the grass. When I open my eyes, as soon as I become concious those birds are the first thing I hear. Their melodies aren't annoying, but peaceful. All of their different voices, the highs the lows, the slows the fasts, blending into one poetic song of nature. I look forward to it every morning.
I can't imagine not being on the earth. Not getting to dip my toes in the ice cold river and look up at the robin egg's blue sky with cotton candy clouds floating by. I try to imagine it, but I can't. What is it like to not exist? How do you do that? How do you not smell and taste and hear and see? Laugh. Smile. Cry. Love. How can I let all of it go, leave with nothing just as I came with nothing.
Sometimes I just can't wrap my head around it.
With much love, Lauren.
The birds. It's like they're a symphony when I wake up in the mornings. My blankets are all ripped off of my bed, my bare legs shivering under the rhythmic whips of the ceiling fan. It felt hot at night, but the morning brings a calm coolness with the dew on the grass. When I open my eyes, as soon as I become concious those birds are the first thing I hear. Their melodies aren't annoying, but peaceful. All of their different voices, the highs the lows, the slows the fasts, blending into one poetic song of nature. I look forward to it every morning.
I can't imagine not being on the earth. Not getting to dip my toes in the ice cold river and look up at the robin egg's blue sky with cotton candy clouds floating by. I try to imagine it, but I can't. What is it like to not exist? How do you do that? How do you not smell and taste and hear and see? Laugh. Smile. Cry. Love. How can I let all of it go, leave with nothing just as I came with nothing.
Sometimes I just can't wrap my head around it.
With much love, Lauren.
