Pearl Dipped, Blonde Curled Doll

bright pink lipped, satin sashed doll,

eternally confined within purple pastel walls.

Pearl dipped, blonde curled doll,

longing for every last brick to fall.

with powder blue heels impatiently tapping,

she dreamed of the walls around her collapsing.

persistent reveries of twirls and laughing,

ceased her waiting and sent her on packing.

she escaped the coldness of the general vicinity,

following wherever the sun shined brilliantly.

in a simple search for new energy and divinity,

she blissfully played and explored for infinity.

I promise I haven’t forgotten about you, lovelies. Post-travel depression is a thing, I’m sure of it. I’ve been reflecting so much, that the present has, on occasion, slipped my mind. I’m just not quite in the swing of things yet- which is a good thing in my opinion. I don’t like staying in the same place for too long. I want to be constantly on the move, constantly evolving, and constantly creating. I’m moving away in seventeen days (!!!!!) and I only have thirty billion things left to do. I have so much in the works, it’s overwhelming in the absolute best way. The last text I received says “I feel like you’re starting to find your passion in life” and in little ways, I suppose I am. But maybe my biggest passion is life. I think that’s acceptable. I bought this outfit overseas- the dress in London, the shoes in Paris. I am obsessed with the whole thing. I love white dresses in general, but the lace sleeves and pearl edged neckline sold it for me. I saw the shoes in the sale bin at Zara, and they were actually small enough for me, which never happens. Don’t be fooled, my ribbon belt is actually from the silk robe currently hanging in my bathroom.

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Dress: Lily J London

Heels: Zara