i am the light that leaks through veins. i'll stop your heart at once, i'll start it again.

in this time we're waving a magic wand over the world and we try to make everything softer and more beautiful

nostalgia is denial. it's a flaw in the romantic imagination of the people who find it difficult to cope with the present

my dear dear santa

♥ Lula Magazine and The GentleWoman

♥ Pictures by Tim Walker

♥ The Polaroid Book

♥ My Heart Wanders by Pia Jane Bijkerk

♥ My dear deer cup

♥ Imperial Fig Royal Apothic Eau De Parfum

♥ Parfum de stele/Stars perfume by Lia

♥ Petite Anais by Les Essences d'Amelie

♥ pretty key brooch by Kittenhood

i've been a really really good girl this year.

i can make the stars go waltzing out for us

collected thoughts

i guess being melancholic around holidays is kinda inevitable, right? yes. it's lame. you have to be strong. you have to show everybody that no corny "special days" can touch you.
the right people will understand exactly what i just typed. you're awesome, people. i really hope we'll meet. one day. some day.

i thought i understood it, that i could grasp it, but i didn’t, not really. only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. i didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. because it’s the halves that halve you in half. i didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

tgwmohs

the girl with milkyway on her skin.

i do not have the drugs to sort it out

reminder: keep calm and don't sneeze.

i dreamed in my life, dreams that changed my ideas, have gone through and through me, like wine through water and altered the color of my mind

homemade cookies, grandma's vintage clip earrings, marianne from france delicate ring courtesy of dearest miss b and my white universe.

secondofdecember

i am

as far as the sleep of rivers that stains the deepest sky between clouds.

for our hungry eyes and hearts

well, when reality fails with grace, i try some beautiful for the eyes and soul therapy. all courtesy of 3127 brand.

only the conversations i have in my dreams are genuinely real

heart is so new to this

i don't mean to always show sad words, feelings.

but i just realised that today, monday, 21 november, marks, already, half an year since my bibi left me and never came back.

it seems such a long long time. gosh, how time does fly. this is probably one of the last pictures i took of her, we were lost, watching through the window.

even these days i enter the door and i'm used to wait for someone to come rushing from the bedroom.

right now my heart is the size of a flea and i know that by the time i get to publish all these words and pretty images i'm gonna be crying, but it's ok. she deserves it all.

this is for you, bibi. wherever you are.

heart weeps

for our hungry eyes and hearts

sometimes

day and night

passport to dream.
soon, my dear.
soon.

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and a cozy place to cuddle instead of capital markets and stock transactions lecture.

learning how to weave a tapestry that matches my desires

a little bit of yesterday. sometimes i'm so inlove with (my) blonde hair.

we fade away when lady birds turn pale

old shirt from mom and dad's closet, homemade black dress, take me home necklace by the lovely miss b and uncountable dreams of Budapest, Vienna, Prague and Paris.

for the weekends

you're right. yummy yums croissants with jam.

ingredients

♥ 500g of flour

♥ 2 cups of oil

♥ 1 cup of water

♥ 1 tbsp of sugar

♥ 1 envelope of dry yeast

♥ a pinch 

♥ jam

♥ powdered sugar  

♥ gentle hands  

mix yeast, salt and sugar with warm water. add oil, flour and knead a soft dough. leave it at warm temperature for 30 minutes. spread a thin sheet and stretch into rectangles. leave on each rectangle 1-2 tbsp of jam and roll. take them into an ungreased pan, away from each other and bake them at medium heat until they are slightly browned. roll them with powdered sugar while they are warm and share them with love.

done.
(all we need is, at least, to dream of Paris while enjoying these delights)

sometimes i'm terrified of my heart, of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. the way it stops. and starts

perfect delicate autumn shoes.

jeudi

one fine morning, white sheets, perfect bag, phone, magazine and news.

11111

sometimes heaven is a place on earth (with you)

today i wish for

     

a pretty perfect cardigan from h&m, the adorable miu miu glitter boots, oldie but goldie yves saint laurent arty gold-plated glass ring and the cute black fedora.
dream, baby, dream.

the sleepless morning light seems so white and bright

experimenting with raw. i still have so much to learn, alone.

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i'm not really in the mood for writing lately, again i'm having trouble with sleeping in the right hours, after finally thinking i was in the right path.

also, lately, i have many celebrations. today is the 51st anniversary of my grandpas and even if i'm in the mellow down mood right now, i hope to celebrate later with them, down, at their home. you can't avoid the word: wow. it's almost an entire human life, right? lucky people! 

even today i am ❤ that i bought this horsy blouse from tesco in budapest, it was only about 10e, maybe less. i love tesco sales! i have a big crush on tiny animals motifs in clothing, shoes or accessories, but many times i can't afford the real goodies such as the miumiu's and i tried to search fabrics, but where i live - no such thing, neither in the cities nearby :(.

now i'm gonna eat some bean soup and watch another episode of surburgatory, i love it.

now

now we can be each other's october blanket.

☂

wednesday i celebrated with mom and dad their 26th anniversary at a pretty café, with good old music from the 60's, 70's, 80's or 90's and then we made a short walk through the rain.

i always take the hot chocolate, it tastes so yummy and has a mix that seems like pudding ❤.