throwback christhhhmasth.

"This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, and the stars." A Clear Midnight, by Walt Whitman

highbeam.

i like the word, sparkle. and shine. and glitter and i wish that everything could be shiny and the like everyday, all day. 

no, that is not truth but i do like it sometimes. 

via: plentyofcolour-theresahimmer. freepeople. wmag-nov11. sania pell. 

yesterday.

You know how the time flies
Only   yesterday   was   the   time    our   lives
We were born and raised
In     a     summer     haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.

adele. 

via: flora douville. browndresswithwhitedots. rushnoise. convoy. witanddelight. indigenous dialogues. vineetkaur. khm for lucasallen. modernhepburn. 

elixers.

i want to mix potions all day long in a secret apothecary place. 

or since i know nothing of the sort, maybe just look at all the amber bottles and recreate intricate labels for each of them. 

via: vardagsrum. indigenous dialogues. browndresswithwhitedots. 

cheatsheets for real life.

via: sweetfineday. underconstruction. msmuse. 

        others unknown my apologies. 

yore.

c'est le things of yore. 

via: thesteward. msmuse. unknown.