Teacup-sized inspiration

I am totally digging the Russian street style mogul, Miroslava Duma ..xx..

http://miroslavaduma.tumblr.com

Sylvia Ji

http://www.sylviaji.com

Time stands still, and yet it is gone in an instant.

They only come every seventeen years they said. No, I do not think so. They are here every year. Can't you hear them hollering at one another? They are the rebellious brothers and sisters that chose not to follow. Nomads. Settlers. Independents. I am thankful they stay, even though they completely overwhelm the night. And how morbid are they? Skeletons they leave. Everywhere, skeletons. Complete shells of their former selves. Phoenix? Caterpillar? I dare say neither. They are too common. Too plentiful. But I am thankful they stay, even though they completely overwhelm the night. Without their presence, an unpleasant, stagnant void would consume the once entrancing night air. They are too common. Too plentiful. Yet too mesmerizing to tell them to stop singing. 

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