turned the wind to gravel roads

I'm Amy. I like coffee. Two cups a day. Sprinkle some sugar, and caramel creme. Give me a notebook, and I'll write a poem while admiring the leaves being blown onto a dead quiet street. It's a nice life.



My inner working parts are rooted in the sunlight. Winter's chills come and dry my skin, but I am glad they do not dry my mood. If I'm sad, the battle is never from the weather. If I'm happy, it's not because the sun is shining.

How can I let the weather lead the way I feel? If I did. I'd be moody. I'd go from crying, to throwing ice, to smiling. I'd be one temperamental mammal. I'm sure my family would hate me, and I wouldn't know the word friends.

My heads in the right direction. I'm feeling worthy. I can't think of a better way to feel. Sure, there's feeling content, satisfied, beautiful, blah blah blah.. But what's the point of it all if you don't feel worthy? I see a good life when I wake up, and a good day when I go to bed... and in between it all, I feel worthiness.

My goal in life is to never become just a piece of traffic, just a body caught in the mist. There's more to being human than that. There's existing. And existing keeps me awake at night. I need to be lively. Living with the curtains open, the doors unlocked.

I think to really feel, we need love's departure, to really think, we need writers block, to really know, we need questions, and to really live we need to scare ourselves. It's like this, you know the heart rate before a car accident? The accident that never happens, you drive away, and realize all that was between you and your parting was a steering wheel. We need these moments. They scare me, they scare you, but don't they ultimately remind us of our preciousness? We're precious kind of people

The weathers ch-h-h-h-anging. Doors are knocking brrbrrruurr........and there's me. I'm wearing a yellow, floral, sundress. The flowers in the baskets have died. But my floral sundress lives all year long! Annnnnnnnd I ainnnnnnnnt cold

It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again It's nice to feel happy again


dress; forever 21 thrifted- $4

boots; value village thrifted- $14



I love my dogs
I love my family
!*happy new week everyone*!

blue skies are coming

Happy Friday. The squirrels are here, and so are higher spirits.
I'm listening to blue skies by Noah and the Whale. These grooves are lifting me. Making me feel intoxicated. As if I've sipped two glasses of wine, or suddenly, I've grown wings. It's enchanting how music can create feelings. Mmusic Mmusic Mmusic, the only thing finer than love. It's 1am. The alarm is set for 5am. The day of tomorrow brings dreaded school work, and tired eyes(I'm sure)... Here's my question, Why do I ache for a nap in the sunlight, only to be fully awake, fully aware, fully alive during moon hours.

Some things I'll never understand.

Now as I've been typing this.. my eyes have grown lazy, my neck sore, and my head longs to be rested on a satin pillow. Goodnight world. May you dream about monkeys, and jungles, and sailboats.... See you in the sunlight.

(((On a blog note, I am dedicated to no longer neglecting you. Opportunities may arise, and life may take hours away from me... but I'm promising on more frequent posts...)))

LOVE TO ALL







shoesies; zellers $10
skirt; the gap $50
floral crochet gloves; forever 21 $12
jean jacket; DKNY thrifted $5


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less violence, more violins.

when that window becomes a door

Hello lovelies tripping on the same old dirt pile, and hello lovelies dancing on new waters. The evening air sits in my room, two wooly socks on my feet, and I'm still feeling below 0. This weather has me wanting cheerful cloudless beaches like never before.



How am I. I wish I could send love notes to the world, but I'm ill. ill in all stretches of the word. My head is spinning. The world is spinning. I feel as though my days are nothing but a window. A window that I watch through, seeing all that life could be. I want optimism to leak through the faucets in which I bathe. I want the clouds, the animals, the i love you's, the temperamental weathers, I want everything, I want anything. I just want all of these things to bring me what I need. And I know not what I need. Just wellness.

I'll keep writing, eating oatmeal, and listening to Josh Ritter until that window becomes a door. Where do you go to pretend?







After it all, life is strange. Strange like the stranger who greets you in the grocery store, and reminds you of an octopus, an ex lover, or a friend you knew before. How is it, that with such a big world, with so many faces, so many creatures.... Everyone reminds you of someone, something. And whats worse, Why are there so many people who remind you of things you'd rather forget? Life is strange.





Inside of me, there's a wanderer. Longing to get lost. I need footprints in the dirt, and waves in my ocean. When life begins to sing songs of routine, I become lonely. Not only lonely for new hands, or new faces, but new feelings. I need to travel. I need to create my own world. I need to find the self in me I haven't found yet.





I can't stay too sad when I have hearts dancing on my tights. And my pa's fedora on my head... and love in my heart... and a tambourine to shake..

Happy reading! Love and good weather for you all!xoxoxoxo




boots; the bay $80
tights; wet seal $6
skirt; top shop $14
dads hat; zara
jacket; thrifted $5

Sunshine, and flowers. Bookshelves, and dreaming. What in the world am I going to do for today?

Updating the blog with outfit photo's today. The weather is dreary.
.... I think the clouds are asking me for a nap,

and that's exactly what i'm about to do.. nap.

goodbye morning,
see you in the afternoon lovelies.