Whiteness

It's snowing.
It's beautiful.



The rest of this post will be mostly white.
Because i love white.
It's calming and peaceful.



This is where i want to be right now.
With a huge cup of tea.
And a good book.



And can this be my view?



And i want my house to be filled with lots of cuties like this one...



Oh, the gorgeous pride of cats...



I hate a mess.
But i love beauty.
This is a beautiful mess.



I want this haircolour for ages, but i know i will regret it.
My hair will be white.
But dead.





It's very simple.
If you want it to be simple.



Maybe simplicity is the key



Okay, let's calm down now and sleep a little...


(Picture from this blog)

(Source pictures, except the one you can clearly see it's mine)

(Angela, you're the best. Really. Thank you so so much...)

Cuteness

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Look how gorgeous this package is.
Who wouldn't want to receive a gift like this?



It's from Linda & Harriett, found via Frolic.

They sell the cutest greetingcards, calendars and notebooks.



Mociun's pure sweetness...


(Via Lena Corwin)

Wooly things.
Same source as above.



Little origami boats, from this delightful place.



Gorgeous bag from the same boutique as above...



Beautiful cuteness from here.
I just love the blouse and the lipcolour...



The cutest ever bra, found here.



Beyond gorgeous clothing and one of the cutest modelfaces i've seen lately...
Clothing from the lebel Nom*d from New Zealand, found via Susie Bubble.



Gorgeous Rodarte (via here)



The cutest lamp i've ever seen...
Via Emma's.



Beautiful jacket from Stephan Schneider, found here.



Wow...this haircolour and those cheekbones!


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The beauty, the bird and the beating

I just discovered the very interesting work of Helena Kvarnstrom through the blog 'Another rather lovely thing'.
I believe she's both a photographer and a writer.
Her photographs are gorgeous, raw and mystic. Her writing is haunting, but in a beautiful and pure way.





Excerpt from her novella Violence

your hand will run into my cheekbone and i'll become sand.

the times you fell in love me with were: when i ran out of the store and you found me on the floor in the bathroom and i would not stop shaking. when i could not breathe on the bench. when i borrowed scissors from your mother to cut up my pills and did not brush my hair. i am running out of reasons for you to love me even before the piss yellow snow melts and you know it is up to you now. you love me best with a wet face and swollen lips and i don't mind much.

Just some beautiful images from here

I feel like flying



I feel hurt and cheated



I feel good



I feel full of energy



I guess i just feel alive

NOTICE: short hiatus

Hello all,

I will be going overseas from 7th dec till 19th dec, this is to notify that i will not be opening any new sprees nor updating this site from now till 20th dec. (However before i go, i will still be updating the statuses of those sprees that have yet to arrive.(: )

Therefore during that period while im enjoying myself with rollercoasters and all, there will be:
- No collection available for arrived spree items
- No spree updates
- No replies to emails nor enquiry tags
- No distribution of newly arrived parcels

But no worries, i will clear everything asap once i come back, and will arrange collection for all items that have arrived. After everything has settled, new sprees will be open on the 21st/22nd dec (:

Thanks,
http://www.runwayrhapsody.blogspot.com (:

Sometimes

When you long for love.



When you just don't know what to do.



When you don't know what's best for you.

When you don't know.



When you just don't

know.

You only know you've lost the fight.



And when you know every loss can be made right



you know you've never really lost

a thing.

But still



it sometimes hurts

so bad

that the whole world just kept

turning around

while you felt like dying.

(Source images)

Wish

Wishing on stars
Has gotten me this far
So I might as well believe
Like headlights of passing cars
Or lightning bugs in empty jars
I might as well believe

You said "believing's like breathing"
And somehow you were always right
So I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight

At night the sky
Still comes alive
So I might as well believe
Its like storytime
For you and I
So we might as well believe

You said "believing's like breathing"
And somehow you were always right
So I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight

This is an open invitation
To remind me who you are
Please, don't be another passing plane
Oh, how I need you to be a star

So when the dark gives way to dawn
And all your wishing stars are gone
Please, don't worry for too long
The sun's still a star to wish upon
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Inspiration....

....is everywhere.


(Found via this great blog)

My hair is almost as long as hers....but not as thick.



Sometimes, but just sometimes, i want to be girly like this...



Sandra Backlund is a genius.






What gorgeous lightning...
Via here.



Pretty papercut rabbit, from this Etsyseller. Found via here.



Beautiful lights...


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Wow, i just saw Loveology is 'The blog of the week' at Cruststation, the blog where the image above is from.
Such an honour!

I am in love with these gorgeous postcards.
Made by the Russian Masha D'Yvans, found via Twentythree.





She also makes gorgeous prints for cushions, bedlinen and t shirts.
Shop here!





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