when your mind races at night, take it all in. have a mad-hatter moment. let your thoughts buzz and create a stinging honeycomb of thoughts. lick them, ingest, swallow them whole. then, when you’re so full and all the honey rushes to your head- you’ll be able to fall asleep a queen bee. dreams dripping with sweet, quiet and all things nice.
love keeps me up at night. sweet dreams. x.
“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.” Hunter S. Thompson
— Coco Chanel
the latest tread trends. for more eye candy see Tennessee St. x.
lake michigan. alan and i walk to this spot on the lake front almost every night. this night was especially blue and i can’t explain it but it changed so much in so little time that it almost felt like a song. like the tones had changed but the harmony remained intact. or something to that effect that makes a little more sense. i like sunsets in strange places, like cities or in the middle of kansas. when i was in fiji i remember thinking, “this is it? this is supposed to be the most beautiful sunset i’ve ever seen?” like i had been cheated. i don’t know why i thought it could stand its ground in the face of my unreasonably high expectations. isn’t that always the way. we’re most impressed by what we can’t see coming. blown away by the unexpectedly sublime. i like chicago and lake michigan. i like that the color of the water changes daily, that the chicago skyline sits quietly in the background, that i won’t know what it will look like tomorrow until i arrive. x.
check out my paris adventure on tennesseestreet.blogspot.com. xx.