dive

photos by the porte-plume.

wearing express skirt, heritage 1981 plaid button down, a/wear vest, f21 knit scarf, target leg warmers and tights, zara wedge ankle boots, private gallery clutch, and spanish flea market earrings.

the following is something i found and i'm so glad i did. it's epic, it's rock 'n' roll, it's daring, it's frightening, and it's one of those videos that makes your mouth and your mind shut up for a second. my favorite kind.

now, if only i could hold my breath for longer than thirty seconds without puffing up my cheeks and acting like a little girl from whoville.
i've been running straight into the rain and snow with eyes wide open, supporting a friend's musical endeavors on a random wednesday, and recording in the old soul's new tree house studio. i've completed owned the rebel's "skills" in darts, found out i have a serious knack for smoothie-making, and enjoyed nashville's first snow of the year. i kind of want to donate my space heater to the dwarf bunnies' shed next door. i've been swinging down playground slides between classes, remembering my true love for a warm chai latte in the early morning hours, and dipping between raindrops with a nipping dog at my heels. i've had rainy mexican dinners with the porte-plume and frozen mango mojitos, dreaming of upcoming snowboarding trips, and preparing myself for the first clorange show of the year this weekend. and a happy 27th wedding anniversary to the muddah and the fuddah. you guys are the best.





breathe peace.