fall, leaves, fall

    Fall, leaves, fall

By Emily Bronte



Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.

Hello Chanel.. yes I love you

Dear Chanel,

Why and how are you so perfect in every way? Is it cliche' to love you as deeply and sincerly as I do?

Perhaps I should be ashamed of my admiration, yet somehow I cannot help but shout it from the roof tops. Yes, Chanel, I love you, dearly, hopelessly, endlessly, unabashadley. I do.

As Sincere as I can be,

xx j

I am not sorry to say...

I am not sorry to say that I love the French, nor that I am back and better than ever! 

I will not appologize for my sporadic posts over the last five months either. However, please know I will be posting the back log of my trip to Africa, highlighting different moments of my expadition and explaining what the hec I was doing in Africa for 4 months! 

I've missed you blog world.. but I retun with an inexpressible glee! 

For now, enjoy this short film "Time Doesn't Stand Still" by NOWNESS

and remember why you too love the French! 

Time Doesn’t Stand Still on Nowness.com.