Electric flesh-arrows ... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears.
- Anaïs Nin || The Diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. 2, entry for Oct. 1937.
Back to my old reads. Little birds. Secret stories. Hidden gems.
Taking my outfit inspiration from that same feeling.
The heat's coming, like one too many tequilas on a Sunday afternoon.
So, let's dress for an afternoon day dream, under the flowers and the bees in the wet grass and steamy air.
Here's what's on my electric pink, flourishing forever list.