~ je tu veux ~

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call

poetic memory and which records everything that charms or

touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ...





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many hello's,
as waves of happiness descends upon me after a brief disappearance here. i have lots to tell and mostly of memories, that which will always be remembered and never forgotten. not in a million years, it will forever shine and brightly so in my heart. these memories are kept in a box, and i'm opening some of them up for you.

* continuation of magical hangout no.2 *
- library adventures
- drawing me as an anime character
- "show and tell" keyboard/guitar skills
- looking at matt's drawings as a kid
- reminscing and playing childhood games
- jpop listening session via youtube
- trading clothes
- japanese dinner in providence
- listening to "finally we are no one" as the sun sets
- watching swans @ the wildlife refuge
- being under "the ocean"







now here i return to my castle, the routine settling in again after such a fantastical meeting. i've rescued matt's jeans, they fit me perfectly. we share a lot of things, it's nice.



in the mean time, i am excited to say that hang out no.3 is coming up early next month before matt leaves for his art show in germany. much longing is expected even more so because of "the distance". we have a growing list of activity ideas and one them is to paint together, i can not wait!



♥ l i s a ♥

colors that float like perfumes in the amber air

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in the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia

Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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it is snowing heavily outside, a blizzard is brewing. and when the snow stops falling, the perfect winterscape. like a blanket covering the earth and removing its impurities. this is my favorite season and when it's over, i mourn for it's passing.

so i am sitting in my room and i have matt's flannel shirt draped around me. i can feel the warmth from it, his love. he sent me a lovely package consisting of sweet items and one of them is displayed here. yes, another wonderful drawing! it looks like a grecian artifact, as if he had went on a excavation and found this enchanting mask etched with ornate flowers. i was inspired by this and he inspires me in a way that can not be matched by anyone. the translation of one artform to another is exciting to me. One Lily's drawing of one of my photographs is an example.




love love love,
lisa

lost at sea drift to me

sharing my favourite things of the week as inspired by "heavenly creatures" :)



the mole has no consciousness, yet it burrows in a specific direction





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masculin feminin
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rose tinted sugar lip balm
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alice & wonderland mirror by flirtbuttons
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polaroid photographs
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unicorn heart necklace

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so soon, ends the first month of twenty-ten or is it two thousand and ten you say?
...vivre sa vie au jour le jour