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I came across this today whilst feeling a little bit blue, it cheered me up and thought you might like it too
I’m dreaming today about a prince on a white horse,
coming to take me away.
To somewhere all billowy, where fantasy lies,
to tropical gardens and silvery skies,
to a castle with smiles, all pink in a cloud,
where joy is the language and laughter the sound,
and pain is unheard of and hate is not found.
I’m believing this dream in a world all too real -
God, please give me the faith to believe in it still.
Poem by: Eyebright
images from here and here
Love V
x
Seems like being disapointed is becoming more and more apart of life. Maybe i need to lower my expectations?
Image from Karezoid
I want to etch my love for you into my skin, the way lovers did before the time of myspace
I want to hold your hand and not let go, the way a child holds onto her mothers before her first day of school
I want to reach out and touch your face, so that i know that it is real
I want to dance under the moonlit sky, just so i can feel alive
I want to cry for all the times ive been let down, but then i may never stop
I want to dine under a tree, with candles and soft music, just so i can relax and not have to worry about anything
I want to go home and crawl into bed, so that i may dream sweet dreams
I want to sit on a swing, and go so high that it looks like im flying
I want to believe that anything is possible, that no matter how far away you are, its going to be ok
This is on account of my loving you forever.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course un-
trimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his
shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
- Shakespeare
Its 9.33 am and i have already have had a terrible morning. You know those days when things just go wrong from the moment that you open your eyes and you just know that the rest of the day will be a disaster? Well thats me to a T today.
The thing that really bugs me is that some people dont know how to speak nicely and who think that by being sarcastic and putting me down, they are going to get what they want. Well they have another thing coming.
Its hard when you are only trying to do your best only to be put down. For example – writing a brief.
Now, it shouldnt be so hard should it? Well not technically no, but when the person who took the brief, is away and the client is demanding the work be done, you have to work with what you have. So you relay the ittle information you have to the artworker, with a nice note apologising for lack of information and that if they have any questions to come speak to you and that by doing so, it might be something you can work through together. The response – “im not working on this” (which basically means – “get f**ked, i cant work with this.”)
And so the day begins…
Love V
xx
“Sweet princess… if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick… a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, this fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break.”
- Sleeping Beauty
Im sitting on my balcony, enjoying the last few rays of sunshine of the day with a glass of cider by my side and i feel quite content. Its Saturday night and honestly, for the first time in a while feel quite a ease about not going out. Its nice knowing that you dont have to go out, spend a lot of money in order to have a good night.
The picture below makes me want to buy fairy lights and string them up around my bedroom window.
Image from weheartit
Enjoy your night darlings
Love V
xx
Leading up to Valentines day, the shops are full of red hearts, roses and chcolates and i cant help but feel slightly nausiated. Dont get me wrong, Im a hopeless romantic and i love the surprise of receiveing flowers at work, or dinner cooked for me, but Valentines to me, seems a little overated. Feb 14 seems to be a day where “i love you” is screemed from the rooftops, bells are rung and lovers embrace, but what about every other day? Shouldnt the days before and after Feb 14 be just as important? Shouldnt those days be filled with love and laughter and heart shaped chocolates?
Love is confusing business.
Its been the cause of so many wars, deaths and heartaches, yet its caused a whole heap of happiness and laughter as well.
I guess love really does make the world go round, up and down.
Love V
xx
ps. and just so you know, I do love you
Ok, so when has it been “in” to wear stockings with open toed shoes? I ‘ve always thought that this (and correct me if im wrong) was a major fashion faux pas and yes, i know rules are meant to be broken, but this look just reminds me of a little old woman walking down the street doing her shopping.
What do you think? (and i realise the shoes in the image arent very “nanna” like 
Love V
xx
