photo courtesy of the-optimist
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This picture leaves me breathless. While trying to find something for my blog about how I cooked dinner in my new studio apartment and how I'm living the life I always dreamed of, I stumbled upon this. I thought it was hilarious really, that while I was about to blog about my adult life, this photograph brought me down into thoughts of childhood.
I've never liked the Disney version of Peter Pan, however, the story itself is one of my all time favorites. The thought of staying young forever, flying away to Neverland, the chance to spend a lifetime with Peter Pan, all add to the wonder of this story. I sat there thinking what song I would pick to go along with this and then it hit me after about 10 tries. I picked "Somewhere Only We Know", by Keane, my favorite song in the whole wide world. The mood, harmony, and message behind the song perfectly complement my idea of Peter Pan.
So here I sat, in my studio apartment, feeling independent but lonely, proud I had reached my childhood dream of going to college and having "my own place", but dreading all of the responsibility I have ahead of me, especially with the Medical path, and then Peter Pan jumped into my life.
Maybe he'll come to my window and take me away to Neverland. I'll be waiting.
photo courtesy of ideea
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I added this amazing photograph as my desktop picture the other day, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. So, being that it's past midnight, my brain and heart are beating each other up, and I needed an excuse to stay up and eat Oreos & milk (the cure to mending any broken soul, temporarily anyways), I'm blogging it. This picture gets me excited for fall, my favorite season. So far, it's been a little disappointing. I'm waiting for the moment I'll be walking through the orange-leafed streets and a nip of wind will bring me my fall bliss. I can't wait for that. I can't wait to be her. Happy and free.
So in the mean time, I'll listen to that song and artist (Life in Technicolor, by Coldplay), and wait for that moment to roll around. I need a clean slate; maybe I'll work on that in the mean time. Start over. Fresh. For fall. And my yearly rejuvenation period. Oh, to fly that high.
No, my feet won't touch the ground. Will yours?
photo courtesy of pinkparis1233
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They say a picture speaks 1000 words.
1. loneliness
2. confusion
3. regret
4. distant
5. nostalgic
6. missing him
7. waiting
8. restless
9. hurt
10. done with it
No particular order. No particular person. No particular subject. Everything. And more. I kind of wish I could run away to this place right now.
They say a picture speaks 1000 words.
Runners Up:
Lost in the Woods
Asleep in the Woods
