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Pretty little things for Sunday

I just Love a pretty display of books!

 

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Attrape-moi

Attrape-moi. (Catch me)

Attrape-moi si tu peux. (Catch me if you can)

Attrape-moi si tu veux. (Catch me if you wish)

Je suis ici et je suis là. (I am here and I am there)

Je cours, je vole, je vis. (I run, I fly, I live)

-Text from Kenzo add.-

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Do opposites attract?

Simple things

I want simple things in life. To host country brunches.To lend an ear and hand to the young women who are similar to me.
The love of a good man.

To do something I love.

To spend Sundays elbow deep in flour, kneading dough.

I want to live in the city.

I want to be a charming conversationalist.

To hand down my favorite jewelry to my daughter.

To make all the gifts I give.

To travel.To love fully.I want simple things.

Text via: That kind of woman
Images via: Pinterest

Private Parts by Sarah Kay

The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour - always a little brother in the next room.
Always too much body and not enough time for me to show it.

Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee - I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer - the parts I had long since given up trying to hide.
He never asked for more.

He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms - we held each piece we were given like it was a nectarine that could bruise if we weren’t careful.

We collected them like we were trying to build an orchid.

And the spaces that he never saw, the ones my parents half labeled “private parts” when I was still small enough to fit all of myself and my worries inside a bathtub - I made up for that by handing over all the private parts of me.

There was no secret I didn’t tell him, there was no moment I didn’t share - and we didn’t grow up, we grew in, like ivy wrapping, moulding each other into perfect yings and yangs.

We kissed with mouths open, breathing his exhale into my inhale - we could have survived underwater or outer space.

Breathing only of the breathe we traded, we spelled love, g-i-v-e, I never wanted to hide my body from him - if I could have I would have given it all away with the rest of me - I did not know it was possible.

To save some things for myself.

Some nights I wake up knowing he is anxious, he is across the world in another woman’s arms - the years have spread us like dandelion seeds - sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other.

He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock, it is 5am - he tosses in sheets and tries to settle, I wait for him to sleep.

Before tucking myself into elbows and knees reach for things I have long since given up.



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Pretty little things for Sunday

The Sunday sun awakes me
In perfect calmness it lets me be
Windows open, birds are free
This is life, here lies the key
Peace of mind and happiness
I am me, I am blessed
Why worry about the little things
When I have all beauty that life brings
Rays of sun, singing birds
Flowers in bloom and poetic words
Love for life is all I need
Love your life and you'll be free


-Poem: Shar Pherai-
-Images: weheartit-

The Tea Party

Steam rises from a cup of tea
and we are wrapped in history,
inhaling ancient times and lands,
comfort of ages in our hands.
-Faith Greenbowl-

Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. -Catherine Douzel-

I'm sending you love and tea,
To warm your winter's day.
Think of me as you pour your cup
And all the good things we would say.
If we could be together now
Instead of miles apart,
We'd sip our teas and memories,
The sweet warmth fills the heart.
-Susan Young-

I wish we could sit down together,
And have a cup of tea,
But since we can't
When you have this one,
I hope you'll think of me.

My copper kettle whistles merrily
and signals that it is time for tea.
The fine china cups are filled with the brew.
There's lemon and sugar and sweet cream, too.
But, best of all
there's friendship, between you and me.
As we lovingly share, our afternoon tea.
-Marianna Arolin-

I had a little tea party
This afternoon at three.
'Twas very small-
Three guest in all-
Just I, myself and me.
Myself ate all the sandwiches,
While I drank up the tea;
'Twas also I who ate the pie
And passed the cake to me.
-Jessica Nelson North-

If I could take your Troubles,
I would toss them in the Sea.
But since I can't, I'm sending you,
My favorite cup of tea.

I'm a little teapot, short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my spout
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout
Just tip me over and pour me out!

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