Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


A gift from a friend: Danika brought me these beautiful tiny clogs back from Holland. I love them!

A gift from family: Since last time I posted a picture of a gift from my mum, this one is from my godmother This is a Sleeping Beauty jewelry box that plays music from the Tchaikovsky ballet, always makes me happy and I love still having it next to my bed.

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