One thirty in the morning is, by far, my favorite time of day. Since I'm in that spot where I'm dreaming more than I'm not, I can understand the moon as it yawns through my blinds and sits at the corner of my bed. And all I have to do is open the window and the smell of midnight and dogwood trees comes in for a spell, carried in by the breeze. It makes me wonder how many people cast pennies into the sky like it was a wishing well and, if I open the window wide enough, if some of those prayers would come into my room, like they were gliding through the air like paper planes.
Good stuff happens at one thirty in the morning.
DRESS: c/o Omnia Vintage (similar: here, here, and here)
SWEATER: c/o Vintage Griffin (similar: here and here)
SHOES: Urban Outfitters (similar: here)