“Rock n' roll is dream soup, what's your brand?”- Patti Smith

 .You could listen to songs and actually learn how to live.

.........

keep the spirit strong, child of wolf.

(www.isabellucasonline.org, tumblr)

These days i´ve been feeling like an outsider, like a wolf without his pack.
Howling at the moon, seeking for the advice of the loyal and always friendly stars.
I came to realise that the company of mother nature is so pure and satisfying.
It´s the kind of company that whispers wise words right into my heart, that unleashes my wild inner child and in the end doesn´t do any harm.
Nature is always there for you and me, listening without judging at all.
There are times when no matter how purple my aura is, it struggles to remain clear between negative vibes
of people who have never had their head in the clouds in their entire lives. It´s such an exhausting and intoxicating environment.
The truth is i´d rather keep magic  in my environment all along.
The thing is i wish people accepted a different reality every now and then, one that i like to call ´own little universe´ with its virtues and flaws and just smiled.
From the start i would make it clear that they don´t have to agree with my reality, i wouldn´t be seeking for approval, i would just be sharing it with others.
 For me it´s pretty simple. Something makes you smile, then it´s good, you feel like spreading it and that´s enough, no matter what the world thinks.
Like this beautiful song by Angus Stone and these breathtaking pictures for instance, which worked their magic and just made me smile in a heartbeat.
Just by looking at these shots, i suddenly felt stronger, happier and less broken.
For a moment i dreamt of a reality where i was bohemian Isabel Lucas in Chanel surrounded by lovely wolves in the desert
and without noticing i started smiling. Hopefully, it happens to you too.
I guess i wish i could finally see the day when dreams and reality collide for good.
But while i wait for that to happen, i stick to a few things i do know so far ...

If something does not do any harm, keep it up. Don´t let anyone tell you otherwise.
And above all, don´t let anyone mess with your kaleidoscope eyes.
Always keep them bright!.

Across the Universe. Out of our minds.

via (Spell and the Gypsy Collective)

Alida Buffalo Winter 2012.
Photography: Melanie Tjoeng.Styling: Kit Scholley
Models: Georgis Frost, Shenay Carey

.TO DO LIST.
(After drooling over this beautiful free spirited photoshoot!)

.Pack up. Shack up.
.Grab a guitar. Gather some friends. Get some booze.
Hit the road. Play some tunes. Dance with the sun.
.Jump out of our minds. Get lost in the outer space.
.Taste the Universe....................

"Be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live".

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance
and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives...
and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”
- Hunter S. Thompson

These days inspiration is trying to make its way between an unstable present and an intoxicating reality.
Meanwhile, i find comfort sailing in a sea of pleasures like books, fashion, wine, music, movies, muses, poetry, warm kisses and falling stars.
When seasons change, waves crash, winds blow harder, we realise we are just crooked souls trying to stay up straight when the day is over.
Sometimes, i think it would be much better if i was a fictional character with a written script of my life... but then again, when i think it over, i realise it´s much better if i write my own lines, even if it takes me some time. I´m a slave to my emotions, my likes, my dislikes, my passions, my smiles, my tears, my mistakes, to most of my desires and i know i want them all on my script because they remind me of who i am. Let´s see if i can work on the permanent delete of the words ´fear´and ´anxiety´ and make them fade away like the smoke of rose incense sticks once and for all.

I figured if we can´t escape reality, we should buy her a drink and toast to "the good life"!
´It´s all happening´, remember?.
It´s up to us to see the magic surrounding us.

Glittered Summer Babe.

The new Planet Blue lookbook is so hot, just like summer.

The girl with the sun in her eyes keeps falling in love with the seasons starting with an S.
If it were up to her, she would keep spring and summer to herself forever like kaleidoscope visions behind big beautiful shades.
It´s that time of the year when she loves to lay on the grass with a book of poetry in one hand and endless iced mochaccinos in the other,
listening to perfect 70´s music in the company of a beard and a guitar, under the big ball of fire.
Positive thoughts like glitter in the air is everything she needs.
For her the taste of summer is always intoxicating.
She can´t help it. Once again, she finds it inspiring.

Tiny Dancer.

by Marie Zucker

by Marie Zucker
(weheartit, dreamingofmermaids.tumblr.com, saras-scrapbook.tumblr.com, hipsterhip.tumblr.com, www.shopspanishmoss.com/blog/)

The girl wants to grow but she does not want to grow old.
Her spirit is young though she feels like an old soul most of the time. She´s part girl, part woman in disguise.
But right now the adolescent glitter under her eyelashes prevails. She can´t shush her heart which screams in delight these days.
Songs like words come out of her mouth and all she can do is sing along.
Her feet barely touch the ground, her head finds comfort in the clouds. She can´t help but dream.

Sometimes she feels like a little bird inside a cage. She feels the breeze, she even sings,
she knows there´s so much out there to be seen, a reality quite intoxicating but lovely if she flies straight into positive things.
She can´t deny she wants out but she is still learning, walking slowly, leaving tiny pieces of fear behind.
She knows she has a long path ahead but she hopes one day those fears turn into feathers
and help her live with a constant smile in a reality similar to the one of her dreams.
Today, she feels like dancing instead of flying.
Her mind wanders looking at the sky and pirouettes there...
absently.