writespell

This little space is where I post things that inspire me, I like, find pretty or completely random. I write at www.writespell.com where I do that too and a few other things. Redundant? Perhaps. I don't mind.

I like: Mojitos, Twinkle lights, Umbrellas, Photography, Chasing Fireflies, Vintage Things, Reading, Piano, Bracelets, Inspiration, Love letters, Balance, Eloquence, Thrifting, Museums, Wine, Salads, Politics, Books, Music That Moves Me to Tears, Swans, Salsa dancing, Journals, Candles, Postcards, Scarves, Chocolate, Vintage clothing, Red wine, Typography, La Playa at Night, Seashells, La Dolce Vita, White Wine, Stars, Flamenco dancing, Keeping Busy, Bubbles, Travel, Converse, Freckles, Nature, Tea Cups, Life, Playing, Graphic design, Magic, Starbucks, Etsy, Sparkly Things, Makeup, Smiling, Moscato d'Asti, Chandeliers, Antiquing, Spain, Decorating, Parenthood, British Comedies, Walking, Cleaning, Love, Sun Hats, I Love the Sound of Pouring Rain Showers & Thunderstorms, Flowers, Swimming, Dancing in My Underwear, Butterflies, Ballet, Spirituality, Music, Movies, Spirited Away, Faries, Literature, Tattoos, Compassion, Waxing Philosophical, The color green, Sunscreen, The Color Pink, Salsa music, Maltese Dogs, Sidewalk chalk, Old Photographs, Crafting, Big Purses, Angels, Clean Floors, Clean Laundry, Blogging

I love: My husband, kids, family and friends.

Oh...and my name is nicóle
[No images belong to me unless otherwise stated.]

bohemea: As in all transformations, there is an element of sadness. Something very familiar, very comforting is being left behind for the unknown, which beckons her, siren-like and irresistible. She is, as Rilke once observed, seated before her own heart’s curtain. It allows only the tiniest peek. Intolerable, the waiting and the melancholy. All changes, even the most longed for, must have their melancholy. At Twelve: Portraits of Young Women by Sally Mann, 1983-1985

bohemea:

As in all transformations, there is an element of sadness. Something very familiar, very comforting is being left behind for the unknown, which beckons her, siren-like and irresistible. She is, as Rilke once observed, seated before her own heart’s curtain. It allows only the tiniest peek.

Intolerable, the waiting and the melancholy. All changes, even the most longed for, must have their melancholy.

At Twelve: Portraits of Young Women by Sally Mann, 1983-1985

  1. kazukif reblogged this from suicideblonde
  2. girvinator reblogged this from bohemea
  3. kafambendendeguzel reblogged this from miithra
  4. houndsartorial reblogged this from bohemea
  5. bbbela reblogged this from evolvingphoto
  6. thinkidea reblogged this from suicideblonde
  7. team-teen reblogged this from sea-changes
  8. sea-changes reblogged this from thequietworld
  9. vagabondfromthenorthernwoods reblogged this from yulibow
  10. himynameishanna reblogged this from suicideblonde
  11. thequietworld reblogged this from fromlaughter
  12. countingthedoors reblogged this from motherfuckingimageblog
  13. lunulaa reblogged this from suicideblonde
  14. motherfuckingimageblog reblogged this from tiredtalk
  15. daydreamsnightwalks reblogged this from yulibow
  16. unchartedmaps reblogged this from fartstroll
  17. catstorms-word reblogged this from suicideblonde
  18. bluebluelights reblogged this from deadgirls
  19. heyheymarlarae reblogged this from suicideblonde
  20. arakha reblogged this from suicideblonde
  21. elipso reblogged this from deadgirls
  22. v0dkakisses-l0nlywishes reblogged this from suicideblonde
  23. fartstroll reblogged this from bohemea
  24. evolvingphoto reblogged this from whoneedswhat
  25. shut-ter reblogged this from greengasm
  26. morisova reblogged this from deadgirls
  27. omenomen reblogged this from deadgirls