broken things stay broken.
this is my vanity. it is where i sing and keep my face. also my reading glasses, perfume, rouge, hairpins, and books with pretty pictures. it's where my daisies prefer to live.
this is a butterfly wing i saw walking into work trapped between the sidewalk and the gravel. keep your eyes open or you'll miss it all.
memoires.
my dad is the coolest nerd.
the only huckabee i ♥
my button-eating best friend
i never knew it would hurt so bad to say goodbye.
i found these photos in my gramma's closet. she makes me read the dictionary.
my gramma was a socialite.
and a babe.
my grampa was a hunk.
he liked photography
and making babies.
this was their first dance
and there were many more to come.♥
you see...
sometimes...
silly little girls
are very lucky
and they get to
lead rather small
but surprisingly magical lives.
you will always be mine, mon enfant précieux.
i know
you belong
to somebody new,
but tonight you belong to me.
although
we’re apart,
you’re a part
of my heart,
and tonight
you belong to me.
way down
by the stream,
how sweet
it will seem,
once more
just to dream
in the moonlight.
my honey I know
with the dawn
that you will be gone,
but tonight
you belong
to me.
just little old me.