#samara prescott

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where dreams comes true // some truck stop outside of dallas

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our minds are painted with worship for all things unseen. our hearts drenched in the dye of everything that has not, everything that could be, and everything that once was. we are the writers. the poets. the readers. the ones who dream of other worlds. these are our stories. this is our escape. this is where things seem like they might be alright. that life isn’t as awful as we’ve made it out to be.

.sp // ((the prophets of imagination))

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“it’s the soft embrace of an ocean breeze. building sand castles along the shorelines. towels drenched in the warm sunlight. endless bags of fresh picked cherries. the sound of someone else’s music faded in the distance. it’s effortless. it’s simple. it’s peaceful. it’s full of eagerness for each sunrise + sunset that comes across the horizon. it’s bare feet dancing across hot pavement. wild honey & watermelon juice dripping into the sand. swimming out to buoys in the middle of the afternoon. and summers chasing after all the fondest memories you cling to.”

-.sp, sea salt & driftwood

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“it’s the edge of an evening. wind blowing through the open curtains as the sun sets. a crevice thats ripped through your heart. the haze of a crowded pub at 11pm on a friday night. neon signs glowing in the dead of night. it’s sitting on your roof, waiting for the sun to rise. old mixed cds playing on repeat in your car stereo. sitting in an abandoned parking lot, staring at city lights. campfires at the beginning of summer. it’s risky in a nonchalant kind of way. it’s horribly straightforward, and it’s kind of reckless. it feels desperate. it consumes you, makes you feel like it’s running through your veins. it’s endless possibilities.”

-.sp, neroli & pepperwood

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“unmade beds. pillows on the floor. drifting in and out of consciousness after a long day at play. the feeling of finally hitting your mattress, warmth enveloping your body. the sweet smell of lavender and chamomile diffusing into a room in the dark hours of the night. the covers coddling you from the cold air floating through a room in the winter. bridging the divides of all your daydreams to an unconscious mind. soft + freshly washed sheets tangled around your feet. the quiet sound of cars in the distance as you drift asleep.”

-.sp, chamomile & honey

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“hidden places in each other’s heart. a tender curiosity for someone else’s story. soft kisses before afternoon tea. sunlight breaking through the living room windows. old polaroids hidden in between the pages of a journal. soft, simple, gentle acts of kindness. love notes in cursive. two sugars in your tea. fields of lavender. winds that are clumsy + gentle. planting gardens in the depths of your mind. dreaming in different colours. it’s an overflow of goodness pouring out of you. not forgetting to love in the chaos of everything. it’s the light of sunrise reflecting gently on glass tables. it’s the miracle of soft things, soft blankets, soft socks, soft hearts.”

-.sp, sweet cherry & hibiscus

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“i wonder, i wonder if just maybe, our hearts were wired for a love that we’ll never achieve? for what may we have that could ever fill the great depths in the caverns of longing? is there anything or anyone that may look into the depths, into that darkness that lies within us, and truly be able to fill it with so much light, that it would feel like there was never a darkness to begin with? does such love exist to void us of all pain & heart ache in this world? i wonder how long we’ll be searching till we find our hearts are satisfied. how long will we wander without aim, without purpose, till we find what we’ve been searching for all this time?”

.sp // but what if the love we want never really comes back to us ?

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