Bits of my long weekend and I am a very happy girl because it just started and I am already having the time of my life.
Who on earth doesn't like long weekends? The luxury of rolling in bed until the afternoon without guilt eating you up one second after the other. The choice of either your bunny pajamas or the first swimsuit in sight. Bonding with your couch and remote control debating which to watch Cartoon Network or one of your favorite movies which you've seen countless times already. So, now, tell me, what is not to love?
The sky is blushing a strong shade of pink and purple, I taste a tinge of salt in the air. I rubbed my eyes as the wind blew particles of sand from my hair to my eyes. My boys running around barefoot where the water slightly tickles their toes, playing and dancing with abandon. From afar, half in the shade, half in what's remaining of the sun, my parents are laughing, jokes only they, the many years they spent together, understands. My sister with a good book, my brother's second bottle of cold beer. A dog, of course, a dog, which we still haven't decided as to what breed just yet. Worries, pangs and misgivings washed ashore. Carelessly surrendering the what-ifs, wantonly embracing the possibilities promised by the horizon.
A stolen kiss, a long embrace and an assuring, comforting silence.
Him. Always him.
I am summer's daughter and that, that is my slice of paradise.
I've been collecting swimsuits since time immemorial, by that I mean 7 - 8 years ago but my obsession with one-piece swimsuits started 4 years ago when I discovered that you don't necessarily have to bare it all just to prove that you're comfortable in your own skin.
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in
which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops
skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of
cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the
haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the
vuvuzela.
Because we all deserve second chances, a third one even.
Because there is nothing sweeter than those days when you're finally moving past where you've been before.
Because the feeling of knowing that the hard times are a thing of yesterday, for now.
Because you finally saw that those fair-weathered friends will bring you nowhere but to a deadlock, a sure dead end.
Because knowing defeat is already, somehow, a taste of victory, of what it's like, of what it's not like.
Because wallflowers are tulips who are yet to bloom, yet to amaze.
Because solitude is a slice of peace others only clamor for.
Because now you can say that you've been through worse.
Because the one who stood firm are those who are worth it.
Because those marks on your pillow are stains of your rebelling backbone you never knew you had. Because salvation, salvation is what you needed. Because your only redemption is yourself.
This is a tribute to my undying love for everything pretty, vintage and dreamy. For photography, travels and history. For shoes, books and lipgloss. For philosophy, fashion and politics.