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.

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