Apothecary Love

I’m a huge believer in love. Not so sure of that marriage thing, but as I’ve spoke many times before, weddings make me weak in the knees and I tear up at the site of any genuine couple true. I hold no claims for my future, but for now, I’m perfectly content swooning vicariously through the images of Jonas Peterson. Have I introduce you to this mighty fellow? Ahem, let me do the honors.

I melt for these beautiful loves.

While we’re on the subject, have you freaking seen this yet? Yes. So screw weddings, let’s just throw a massive party with taffeta gowns, lace slips and satin covered buttons. We’ll serve raspberry scones and magic tea under a twilight sky. You’re invited: Writers in love, dreamed happily ever after. xoxo!

Blow Me Away

We’re not crazy. We just care, so much. We care about you. We care about me. And we care about all the little things that will make your smile go on for days.

We don’t want sparks, we want flames. We don’t want comfort, we want magic. So when one little thing spirals off, we feel like we’ve halted the journey and somehow damaged the show.

I know, I know. You’ve told me a million times before. “Relax.”

But my expectations are high and there they remain. You see, I’m afraid I swore a long time ago, that the beating heart for me was the one that understood my hopes and impressed me beyond stars and galaxies.

This one knows what special does makes what special is and creates the special that should be. 

So go ahead, blow me away. 

photography by romina shama- lolita editorial