the compendium of iridescence: still alive

Thursday, November 15, 2012

still alive

Just a tiny post to let everyone know I'm still alive; well that being my explanation for not blogging lately.

1.busy (ive just finished the last of my subjects,but still doing my thesis(in progress),looking for a job, handling the blogshop).

2. when i first started this blog I wanted it to be featuring lovely finds/gorgeous things with aesthetic value,but I;ve recently been blogging nonsense so I'm taking a bit of a break to sit&think of what I really want this blog to be.

Since I'm at it, here's a top I got 2-3months back.

I love apricot as you can probably tell.

I swear aging is taking a toll on me.

And a recent picture of me,to balance back all those unglam shots

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“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”
― Charles de Lint

"People give flowers as present because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone who tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you’ll keep it forever. That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why I will never lose you."
— Paulo Coelho

"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."

"I wish you could have been there for the sun and the rain and the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing and crying and remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there."

“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.”
― Jeanette Winterson