la vie est belle

in the wildflower meadow: touching the green green grass, collecting flowers, making it into a colorful bouquet, or perhaps keeping some dried petals to make it a bookmark on my favorite book. every book i own feels so personal to me; somehow it carries a little piece of me through pages of life. the bookmarks, the highlighted lines, the tiny notes in almost every corner of the pages, the dates and those little notes when i started and finished each one.

another day by the harbor, the sea palette: the finest shade of blue like the mediterranean summer. jelly fish: the ocean’s living lanterns; the one you first showed me on our date night by the bay. different shade of blue but the feeling remain the same; tranquil and at peace. life is sweet and soft like the italian hazelnut chocolate you always brought me on valentines. 

la vie est belle. 

all the love returning back to me; gold exploded over the monte carlo autumn. GLITTER RAINING down through the dark blue sky at night like golden confetti on new year’s eve, colorful fireworks trice a day or more, magic as routine like it’s my normal.

life’s been overwhelmingly sweet and overly sweet. i love life, dare i say im living my answered prayers. grateful grateful grateful. sometimes i wonder how did i get so lucky knowing every road leads me getting exactly what i want, what i once prayed for, and even better (always). 

"you are making me a library out of the books you’ve sent me".
you, in every pages i turned in the books i read. you, in every sentences i learn in new languages. you, in every letter i carve my handwritten into. how sweet it is that you build me castle of knowledge through words i read on the books you bought me. how generous it is that you dont mind spend so so much on me, to get me things off my bucket lists, and to make even my tinniest little nonsense wishes come true. how thoughtful it is that you shower me with all those sweet sweet little gestures you put so much heart into. 

the dark brown in your eyes; exactly my favorite place to get lost into when i stare right at it. prettiest eyes i’ve ever fallen into. making life feel like the sweetest dream i never wanna wake up from. the truth is: it is even better and more beautiful than any dream could ever be, because im not dreaming at all. im living it, every little bitsssss of it. the life i get to live and the love i get to call mine everyday<3 when the sun makes the water glitter, and when it sets in the west bank, somehow life always turns out sweeter than every candle i blow on my birthday cakes. that’s when i know im right where i wanna be and that i get to wake up every single day knowing that this is the soft spoiled life im living.

some places felt borrowed from a romance fairytale. pink; glittery; soft; and at peace. it does look better than the French Riviera i might say. 

j’adore la cote d’azur. 

I think it's sweet...

a snow goose or perhaps a beautiful whimsy meadow on a warm cloudy day with a gentle breeze. i want to fall asleep whilst reading a book under the oak tree on my lover's lap. 

"you look like a beautiful meadow with lakes and swans, covered in flowers with butterflies and birds chirping; all under a beautiful blue sunny sky with mesmerizing clouds." he whispered. he always showers me with sweet sweet compliments day and night; makes me blushing in every senses and languages. that kind of overly sweet words that makes your heart melt melt.

moonstone; flower moon; olive green; burgundy nail polish, sweet sweet whisper; just because flowers; if i say i want to go to the moon, he will start looking for a space ship immediately. the one who always makes me feel pretty even prettier everyday.  

i am genuinely in love with life. i wake up early and i start the day with my daily mantra (im a witch lol) i love getting ready, doing my makeup, and styling my long thick dark hair. i make eating fruit and drinking enough water as my daily side quest. i do gym on weekdays after work and do my morning yoga on Saturday; while Sundays are for self pampering and slowing down. i love watching people doing their things, i love feeling the gentle breeze of the wind on my face on my way to work. i am fond of spending my time at the coffeeshops and bookstores. i study on my room's floor until my legs go numb sometimes. i read every night before bed and do my skincare before i go to sleep. i love walking around in cities and collecting memories under the orange pinkish sky when the sun almost set (with someone i love most). 

silk night gown with my long hair down, velvet petals perfume, reading book before bed, night pray, cold air, and a cute pair of socks. it feels good to have fun and play with life, to notice the magic hidden in those small little things. a good cup of iced coffee, a compliment message from someone you love, a sweet soft melted cheesecake. the days feel lighter as if the ordinary is where life's real magic lives. i love slow morning, hot shower, not rushing to get things done, keeping love letters from my lover and spraying perfume on it, a paragraph or two on my notes about how life's always been so generous to me, it makes me think like im God's favorite hehehe. 

those calm tranquil night time before bed is my favorite time to reflect, to say my gratitude; about things i love most, about the goals and the version of me that i want to tap into. to flood my thoughts and feelings with love and more love. the night always feels gentle and i feel like im being understood and heard; it's like giving me advices without even saying a word, telling me things are always working out in my favor like it always does; laying down on bed with the lights off and warm soft blanket; in those quiet moment i replay movies on my head about the things i adore. it's like scrolling through my cam roll, relive memories and experiences i had with the people i love. 

life always has a way to remind me that im loved and deeply loved; the blessing feels custom made, heart is full and it makes me smile. someone told me "everything is beautiful when you're looking with eyes of curiosity and a heart full of love" and i agreed. 

i think it's sweet when someone remember those small little things about you; your coffee order, your favorite perfume, your repeated playlist songs on spotify. i love consideration and the way people around me being considerate and thoughtful towards me. alhamdulillah. it feels good to be surrounded with good people with positive energy that grow along with you.

i think it's sweet when the weather's cold but the room is warm with good company. i think it's sweet watching the sea glittery sparkle with your soulmate. i think it's sweet to be loved by a man who writes you love letters and sends you just-because flowers. i think it's sweet to receive packages from a man who works hard to provide for you; to buy you all the things that you want. i think it's sweet to be treated like a princess that you are and not to worry about small inconvenience because you know there's someone you can always count on to; to handle things and to solve problems. i think it's sweet to just rest and know the universe is bending in your favor xixixi.

i think it's sweet to have someone complimeting how pretty you are everyday. i think it's sweet to have someone giving thoughtful gestures to make you feel loved and seen. i think it's sweet exploring new places and discovering cute stuff along the way. i think it's sweet catching morning light through the curtains as the sunbeams slip into your room.

anyway i love the moon (just so you know)

im grateful for the sweet sweet things in my life that keep coming back like im receiving gifts from the universe everyday. it feels like a daily miracle, that kind of magical fairytale.