| ♥ precious gifts ♥ |
[15 Nov 2009|05:38pm] |
 These past days I've gotten wonderful precious gifts from dear girlie darlings mine. One of the many things I truly enjoy of the girls I love is how throughtful and careful they are with every little gift, even the most simple of surprises is a feist, a wonder...a magnificent treasure to behold and adore.
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| ♥ like bougainvilleas ♥ |
[12 Nov 2009|09:25pm] |
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 In my heart, the girls in my life are like bougainvilleas. Terribly enchanting and softer than silk, tiny fragile pieces of heaven yet sturdy and everflowering. They hold a tiny white core with wonderful secrets and misteries. They blossom beyond the sun, under rain and thunderstorms. The men in my life have come and gone, they disappear quickly or never know how to stay. I could tell endless old stories from the men I have loved, the girls, always remain. Even if I have given my heart to sailors and astronauts time and time again, the girls in my life are the ones who have kept it afloat. It's always spring within m,e even when it's cloudy. Only a girl knows could teach you how to grow and flower despite the mud, only a girl knows how to turn the sorrow into shimmer, the blues into ballerinapink.   |
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| ♥ for isa and v ♥ |
[25 Oct 2009|04:52pm] |
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  ♥  and we're like the roses
stoned in the backyard
there is no misery
in the time we grew wild
. why not look out the door
and know what it's there for
to leave or to come back
safe in the morning
. safely, unwounded
roaming too late
suddenly, i find you
in the town we grew up wild
and we're like the roses
stoned in the backyard
there is no misery
in the time we grew wild ♥ Hope Sandoval ♥ ( ♥ )
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| ♥ favorite things from past weeks ♥ |
[25 Oct 2009|04:23pm] |
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 ♥ Ellen Von Unwerth's Revenge (a naughty little photographic story filled with femme fatales in stilettos, stable boys and baronesses) ♥ Yoko Onoesque Vintage Sunglasses (I feel as if I was wearing a mask everytime I put them on) ♥ Serenata de Amor chocolate (a crusty coat of chocolate filled with peanut cream) ♥ Lovepops Cherry lollipops (because life is never the same without candy) ♥ Agatha stone (in my favorite violet and purple tones) ♥ Sanrio's Cinnamoroll tiny coin purse (hello pretty!) ♥ Gaultier 2 eau de parfum by Jean Paul Gaultier (A bewithcing oriental with amber, killer vanilla and myrrh) ♥ Tiny pot with button flower from Isa (I still smile whenever I see it) ♥ Chanel Aqualumiere lipgloss in Party Red (vivid scarlet for luscious lips) ♥ Yoko Ono's Walking On Thin Ice CD (I cannot stop listening to it. it's marvelous) ♥ Night Blooming Jasmine Body Cream from Bath & Body Works (it has been quite hard to find lately!)
for more go to:
http://heavenly-creatures.blogspot.com/
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| ♥ the crystal palace ♥ |
[11 Oct 2009|11:08pm] |
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 how do you live your days in a crystal palace? who has the strength to remove the spiderwebs when the day is done? who could possibly hide amongst such brightness? without thinking too much, living in a crystal palace is like living on the moon. the days go by covered in glittering dust and unexpected gleams of blinding light, when you look out the window, you can see swans and white flowers floating over a calmed stream of water. after all these years of shed tears over you i can see the place where i live again, this shelter of shine and living poetry. the floors are eternally white, the walls are covered in a soft orchid color, there are possibilities again, there is light in the place your shadow overtook. in spite of the immense sadness, my face holds the same candor of a tuberose, perfectly young and expressionless, for the first time in a very long while i feel like a sphinx searching for its own reflection in a frozen lake, it doesn’t mean i can’t feel a thing but that i do not know how to show it in its desperate depth. in my crystal palace there are plenty of things, some of them are terrible, some are precious. there are shields and masks, butterfly kings and opaque prisms, a lovely ruby colour for lips and songs to whisper in the dark. in my crystal palace there are entire rooms stained with memories of you, of the nights we lived together, of the countless caresses, the names you gave to me, the beauty you bestowed upon me and the promises you never kept. all around this palace there’s an air scented with pure white flowers, for the first time in years, my air is not scented with you, for the first time in a very long while i can smell the scent of my own soul. in this palace there is a place for the past that once was with you, but there is no place for you anymore. there is no place for the pain you bring, for the first time i am alone and there is nothing to fear. every night, in this crystal palace i can listen to the beautiful song of the flower that never dies  ( ♥ ) |
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| ♥ these days ♥ |
[01 Oct 2009|09:04pm] |
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 dreamy days of dreaming, of finding and losing beauty. There has been sadness...every day little pools of sorrow are born in my heart, everyday is trying to save a heart from drowning, a soul from breaking into shimmering bits and cosmic dust. There has been princes (taking me to the moon and back, lulling me to sleep on flower beds). If there ever was love, is breathing within me, it outshines the brightest stars, it outblooms any other force. There has been days of mindless shopping (more black shiny mascara to turn eyes into little windows of emotion, pale pink glittery lipsticks named Cinema Pearl to make lips look perfectly angelical and dreamy. red red cherry red cardigans to be sheltered from the numbing cold, perfectly watery moisturizers to quench an ever so thirsty skin). There has been a few surprises, solace in silence, new girls to cherish, the wonderful ghost of Penelope Tree, the ghost of your body yet not having you here, not feeling you terribly close like I am used to (Oh heartbreak, won't you sing me a song?). There has been too much strawberry champagne with floating maraschino cherries, too much of listening to the same old songs ("Your dreary days, your damsel days, your water days are dying"). Too many days of hope and despair, too much avoiding people's stare behind oversized dark shades, too much cookie eating, guava jam with chocolate vanilla cake. As always, too much perfume, too much time carrying the weight of things that I will never solve but that will forever haunt me. Even though life can be too much and too sad, I still believe it's worth living, it's worth waiting, surviving, falling in love, believing, even when every thing seems perfectly impossible, even when your heart is breaking. Love makes it all wonderful, love awaits ( ♥ ) |
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| ♥ favorite things from last week ♥ |
[02 Sep 2009|07:12pm] |
 ♥ Audrey Hepburn Taschen Movie Icons picture book ♥ Meteorites Poudre de Perles by Guerlain ♥ Salvador Dalí Eau de Parfum ♥ Heartshaped box my mama gave to me ♥ My Melody eyelash curler ♥ Cover Girl Lash Exact Mascara ♥ Tiny Fae, Mermaid and Key trinkets my darling Iris sent to me ♥ Vintage Jean Patou sunglasses ♥ Enchantillon card from Les Parfum de Rosine ♥ Juicy Tube by Lancôme in Le Lutin ♥ Beautiful cupcake envelope you made for me where I keep pretty things and tiny life. for more go to: http://heavenly-creatures.blogspot.com/ |
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| ♥ "It's all make-believe, isn't it?" ♥ |
[30 Aug 2009|05:04pm] |
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 It’s all a fantasy, my darling, the plush seductive lips, the long black as night lashes, the soft limbs on the bed we share, the carefully arranged messy hair, the candied flesh, the whispery voice, the wet rosy insides of this mouth that wants you more than anything. I am all candy lies and forevers, all “want me want me, a little bit more, a little bit longer, deeper, kiss me, haunt me, keep me keep me, love me, longer than life, never as hard as i love you for it would be the end of us”, I am all ruby red desire and lingering dark rose perfumes to bed, all Marilyn Monroe bedroom eyes and a face of pale virgin beauty. All i have ever wanted to be is a fantasy, whatever you dream of, whatever you yearn for, all I want is your love, your presence, the burning sensation your hands exude, the burden of carrying your secrets, your scent all over my body. I will never be done celebrating this wonderful love creature I have become, I will never stop dreaming of your lips gliding down my neck, you have made me all blossoms and new moons, no matter the heartache, no matter the absence, all i have ever wanted was to love you, to have your voice murmur words turned into lovesongs to my ear. I have no hope of surviving you, no hope of making it out alive but I still would rather be a fantasy that a ghost of someone who once was in love. Kiss me once more, keep me, haunt me, love me, never as hard as I have loved you. 
"I spent all night getting it right so you would love me more,
so you would love me more
so you would love me more.
Katie Jane Garside
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| ♥ mistress ♥ |
[29 Aug 2009|03:16pm] |
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 Sometimes you bring me flowers, and misery sings to me. Don´t want to spend a day without you haunting my memory... Marissa Nadler ( ♥ ) |
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