Bird On a Wire

i got an award from the lovely Karolina, thank you!
here are my answers




▲ why do you blog? ▲

i blog, because i don't want my words to be unspoken and unheard. i don't want to go through life without anyone knowing who i am, and what dreams are etched over my heart. and i've discovered so many kindred spirits along the way...

▲ three best memories ▲

running across a beach on a summer night with my brothers. the silver tide rolling in, the moon spreading milk-white paths across the waves... we scooped up the sand with our hands, and it sparkled with little glowing sea-insects, like buried stars. it was breathtaking

watching the sun rise on the rooftop with one of my dearest friends, and talking of life

reading your encouraging comments and beautiful posts... some of my sweetest memories

▲ four best fiction books ▲

wuthering heights

the picture of dorian gray

north and south

jane eyre

▲ five best movies ever made ▲

amelie

into the wild

bright star

whip it

[500] days of summer

▲ five things i can't live without ▲

books

a copious supply of chai and berry danishes

my ipod, stuffed full of song

the ocean

letters

▲ if i could change my name, what would it be? ▲

i love this question! i'd change it to either Emilia, or Florence Gray... i think they're such pretty names

▲ tell us a unique and interesting fact about yourself ▲

hmmm... not sure this is interesting, but i have this fascination for uncharted territories. the places i want to visit the most one day are bleak, vast, and empty... Iceland, Siberia, the English Moors, icy China and the Arctic... and above all, i want to go down to the deep sea and explore what lies there.

▲ what do you love most about yourself ▲

haha, well... i like that i don't ignore people. there's nothing worse than being invisible

▲ if i had a freaky friday experience, who would i change places with? ▲

i'd change places with keira knightley. i think she's so interesting and smart and classy

▲ what is the best thing about being a woman? ▲

possessing the ability to wear florals, and the primal instinct to consume tea.

thank you, Karolina, i loved the questions :)

i'd love if you'd answer my favorite question for me :

▲ if you could change your name, what would it be? ▲

tiger hearts

there once was a girl that was wilder than than the earth beneath our feet.

her hair was like piles of roses wilting in the summer sun.

her hands were snow-white plaster. slips of swan-wings, bleached whalebone fingers.

and when she spoke, one thought of warm chocolate and the sea and kissing in the grass.

she wanted to be

nothing more than a nothing.

a secret locked up in gold-colored ribcages

swallowing dust.
still she shone out like sun on water.

photography by The Girl Who Tamed The Tiger

Ariel

i walked the sands at night/

sifting them through my teeth like spun out smoke/

a sea of shattered mirrors/each wave and the glass crumbles

milk-white rabbit moon/ purple flowers bloom over my skin

i could wait for you until the wilderness consumes me/

but the sand sinks fast/

windy fields of memory

the moon flowered on our minds, lacing thoughts like threads.

we tried to write them down with our fingertips, but they faded like yellow pennies. we buried them, but they powdered to dust. we snatched at them in the air, but they flew away, like fragile pastry birds. we claimed them as our own, but their name was already written on another's brow.

but still, we tried.

and there was one thought we caught. one, we wrote. one that we buried, and wore like a star on our foreheads.

and that thought made another's heart leap like a deer.

your thoughts are precious. don't ever give up on them ♥

violet dusk

pictorials by lotte scott

we all have a place where we feel instinctively, indelibly at peace. when life is stormy, we flee there, drink in the air and piece together our scattered thoughts. for some, it is a silent hollow. for others, a windswept plain, a dusty corner, an earth-scented patch of grass. someone's arms.

i have several places... the green-lit wood behind the house, the warm, golden world beneath my bedcovers-- and nothing is so comforting as standing in the middle of a field, and listening to the stars. they do talk, in their way.

where is your sanctuary?