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the magic carpet: poems for travellers… i’m so in love. thanks oak park economy shop. #books #antique #poetry #Tennyson #travel  (Taken with Instagram at the emerald city)

the magic carpet: poems for travellers… i’m so in love. thanks oak park economy shop. #books #antique #poetry #Tennyson #travel (Taken with Instagram at the emerald city)

one more of the resplendent chill… 

one more of the resplendent chill… 

Well… Well… Look who finally decided to join the party… 

Well… Well… Look who finally decided to join the party… 

can I go back?  (Taken with instagram)

can I go back? (Taken with instagram)

i only have eyes for you… 

i only have eyes for you… 

this is my favorite thing ever… i don’t cry at many things, but this always gets me. 

it only takes a moment. 

l is for lady… #chicago #cornerbakery #theloop  (Taken with Instagram at Corner Bakery Cafe)

l is for lady… #chicago #cornerbakery #theloop (Taken with Instagram at Corner Bakery Cafe)

c is for countess… #cornerbakery #Chicago #theloop (Taken with instagram)

c is for countess… #cornerbakery #Chicago #theloop (Taken with instagram)

a wooded idyll… a lovely escape.

a wooded idyll… a lovely escape.

I just want to go away up north to the woods, swim in the lake, camp out, bask in the scenery, and journal…

9th floor of the garland building: ghost town usa #Chicago #downtown #theloop #iPhone #Illinois #office  (Taken with instagram)

9th floor of the garland building: ghost town usa #Chicago #downtown #theloop #iPhone #Illinois #office (Taken with instagram)

it’s strange… me being this extroverted person, who most humbly enjoys the praise of man, has lately become a recluse.

this indeed for me, has become a very good thing. sometimes, i find myself taking a step back from everyone and everything. like clockwork, this seems to always happen once that winter-chill hits. don’t get me wrong, i love winter. i love to bath in it, play with it, and feel it sway over me… but, i like to experience these things alone- just me and the elements of the wintertide waving over me. 

of course there will be moments when i want to share them with someone else. me being an extrovert, needs to come out and play a few times to get my magic meter filled back to the brim (a little zelda geekage for you). howbeit, come winter, i love to be alone. it’s the only time of year i am uber content to be so… 

granted, when i was a little girl, i used to dream of a winter romance- being that winter has always seemed so sublime to me. i would carry-on with thoughts of tennyson’s idylls, a beautiful grey horse dressed in a white mane tickled with light snow, and the most handsome man God could imagine… just for me. now that i am much older, i still dream… i still hope… tennyson’s idylls always rest with me, that grey horse with its white mane is still waiting in the wings of my imagination… and that man will still come for me. but for now, i am riding my grey horse and charging through the resplendent chill content… for the first time in a longtime. 

so, this winter, if you don’t see me as much, don’t fret or dismay! but try your luck, maybe i will appear. if not, i’ll be back again, just like the little brown bear i am come grotesque spring. I loathe spring so much, God forbid me spend it alone. 

a presto~

been shakin’ my blues away since I was 13… (Taken with instagram)

been shakin’ my blues away since I was 13… (Taken with instagram)

don’t fade away…  (Taken with instagram)

don’t fade away… (Taken with instagram)

ferrarisheppard:

All white Chicago neighborhood 1957.

ferrarisheppard:

All white Chicago neighborhood 1957.

(Source: legrandcirque)

the magic carpet: poems for travellers… i’m so in love. thanks oak park economy shop. #books #antique #poetry #Tennyson #travel  (Taken with Instagram at the emerald city)

the magic carpet: poems for travellers… i’m so in love. thanks oak park economy shop. #books #antique #poetry #Tennyson #travel (Taken with Instagram at the emerald city)

one more of the resplendent chill… 

one more of the resplendent chill… 

Well… Well… Look who finally decided to join the party… 

Well… Well… Look who finally decided to join the party… 

can I go back?  (Taken with instagram)

can I go back? (Taken with instagram)

i only have eyes for you… 

i only have eyes for you… 

this is my favorite thing ever… i don’t cry at many things, but this always gets me. 

it only takes a moment. 

l is for lady… #chicago #cornerbakery #theloop  (Taken with Instagram at Corner Bakery Cafe)

l is for lady… #chicago #cornerbakery #theloop (Taken with Instagram at Corner Bakery Cafe)

c is for countess… #cornerbakery #Chicago #theloop (Taken with instagram)

c is for countess… #cornerbakery #Chicago #theloop (Taken with instagram)

a wooded idyll… a lovely escape.

a wooded idyll… a lovely escape.

I just want to go away up north to the woods, swim in the lake, camp out, bask in the scenery, and journal…

9th floor of the garland building: ghost town usa #Chicago #downtown #theloop #iPhone #Illinois #office  (Taken with instagram)

9th floor of the garland building: ghost town usa #Chicago #downtown #theloop #iPhone #Illinois #office (Taken with instagram)

it’s strange… me being this extroverted person, who most humbly enjoys the praise of man, has lately become a recluse.

this indeed for me, has become a very good thing. sometimes, i find myself taking a step back from everyone and everything. like clockwork, this seems to always happen once that winter-chill hits. don’t get me wrong, i love winter. i love to bath in it, play with it, and feel it sway over me… but, i like to experience these things alone- just me and the elements of the wintertide waving over me. 

of course there will be moments when i want to share them with someone else. me being an extrovert, needs to come out and play a few times to get my magic meter filled back to the brim (a little zelda geekage for you). howbeit, come winter, i love to be alone. it’s the only time of year i am uber content to be so… 

granted, when i was a little girl, i used to dream of a winter romance- being that winter has always seemed so sublime to me. i would carry-on with thoughts of tennyson’s idylls, a beautiful grey horse dressed in a white mane tickled with light snow, and the most handsome man God could imagine… just for me. now that i am much older, i still dream… i still hope… tennyson’s idylls always rest with me, that grey horse with its white mane is still waiting in the wings of my imagination… and that man will still come for me. but for now, i am riding my grey horse and charging through the resplendent chill content… for the first time in a longtime. 

so, this winter, if you don’t see me as much, don’t fret or dismay! but try your luck, maybe i will appear. if not, i’ll be back again, just like the little brown bear i am come grotesque spring. I loathe spring so much, God forbid me spend it alone. 

a presto~

been shakin’ my blues away since I was 13… (Taken with instagram)

been shakin’ my blues away since I was 13… (Taken with instagram)

don’t fade away…  (Taken with instagram)

don’t fade away… (Taken with instagram)

ferrarisheppard:

All white Chicago neighborhood 1957.

ferrarisheppard:

All white Chicago neighborhood 1957.

(Source: legrandcirque)

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