not that long ago i was living on a wooden boat for 5 day with jesus… and a few others.
we were cruising around the spectacular waters surrounding the islands of komodo while diving 3 times a day. we were also having daily beers in the mast while keeping an eye out for pirates... and dolphins... and manta rays (one of which i high-fived followed up by shedding tears of happiness).
nature is precious. be good to it friends.
Blue roses. They’re the floral equivalent of leprechaun guarded pots of gold hanging out at the end of a rainbow somewhere. 💙
I WANT to believe they exist and maybe, just maybe they’re out there somewhere.
Because of their “rarity” blue roses symbolize the impossible, something admired and revered but slightly out of one’s grasp.
Meh. Make your own magic. Dye some white roses blue and voila! I think this vintage china creation needs to be a makeup stand. A morning reminder that ALL things are possible with mascara, caffeine and imagination.