(one day, we're going to curb my tumblr obsession. today is not that day, however.)I had the strangest dreams while I was asleep. My father teaching a class of people I knew from art school, Florence Welch & her nonexistent husband giving me a lovely hat & me crying over her describing how she dances, & even some almost-indescribable Star Trek- ( Read more... )

[riverdresses] finds that maybe very little, at least to her slightly cosseted eyes, is as lovely as her seven-mile candyfloss sky world is at post-rain . . . autumnal sunset. It's a night for hot tea, a viewing of Withnail & I, & writing. A double-looped scarf & jumper set for her mind. what makes up YOUR mind's double-looped scarf & jumper sets? ( Read more... )