About: loves freckles, apples, and coffee ice cream. the color green, pearls, and elephants. day dreamer & fan of all things vintage. disgustingly obsessed with tea (specifically earl grey). appreciates dance parties, cheap thrills, and foreign accents. you can find me dressing up, sleeping in, or questioning the world. advocator of underrated art forms like finger-painting. artist through and through who is constantly looking out for the beautiful things in life.
[I do not claim the right to the photos on my tumblr unless stated other wise. They are photos that I find on various sites around the net.]
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
—Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting (via simply-quotes)