Lately I want to climb a mountain and live there forever, or at least sit in a wheat field with a big scarf, and maybe some homemade banana bread or something. There's a beautiful fantasy world inside all our heads, but there's beautiful stuff out here with us. It's different, but it's true. Thinking about it keeps me going, like a machine running on cold milk (with a few cute bubbles sitting on top).
Things that have been good recently: the sun and the snow, the simple shape of a French plait, gimmicky bags and cutesy objects, orange toned lipstick against my pale skin, familiar tactility, and mysterious objects collected by art students.