Tiny Dancer.

by Marie Zucker

by Marie Zucker
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The girl wants to grow but she does not want to grow old.
Her spirit is young though she feels like an old soul most of the time. She´s part girl, part woman in disguise.
But right now the adolescent glitter under her eyelashes prevails. She can´t shush her heart which screams in delight these days.
Songs like words come out of her mouth and all she can do is sing along.
Her feet barely touch the ground, her head finds comfort in the clouds. She can´t help but dream.

Sometimes she feels like a little bird inside a cage. She feels the breeze, she even sings,
she knows there´s so much out there to be seen, a reality quite intoxicating but lovely if she flies straight into positive things.
She can´t deny she wants out but she is still learning, walking slowly, leaving tiny pieces of fear behind.
She knows she has a long path ahead but she hopes one day those fears turn into feathers
and help her live with a constant smile in a reality similar to the one of her dreams.
Today, she feels like dancing instead of flying.
Her mind wanders looking at the sky and pirouettes there...
absently.

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I want adventure in the great wide somewhere.

BANDIT BRAND

Summer Lookbook
Jewelry: Heyoka

Leslie Crowe, Kelly Ash and Troy Critchlow

Photographed by Michael Schmidt
(via iloveborntobewild)

How the wanderlust spirit seems to be a permanent state in the girl´s life.
Dusty memories of her last road trip in caramel, emerald and turquoise shades still fresh in her mind,
only make her crave for new destinations and unknown lands ready to be conquered by her rebellious essence and her high spirited vibes.
It´s that free untamed feeling on these shots that leaves a mark on her soul
and makes her think of golden brown, bronze horizons and lavender, ruby red skylines.
She pictures an adventure with no ending, just a long route of dreams ahead where she can trade secrets and blues for wisdom, experience and melodies.
A place where she can play her "Jesus Was a Capricorn" album really loud in the company of her love, some beer and the inspiring thoughts of a wild heart.
She wants to travel light. She wants dirty boots, cowboy hats, a loyal guitar, fringe jackets and tank tops with words that make her yell, "Hell, yes!".
She wants to close her eyes, feel the breeze, open her arms really wide, chase the wind, catch the sun,
ride the stars and make love under the desert sky till the moon shows some blush instead of light.
She feels like packing up her wishes and travelling outside the box. There´s too many places that she´s got to see.
The road is a friend. The road is a charmer. The road is a taker.
And he'll take her to places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to.
The road and the girl need to meet soon and create some new memories.
They need to be prisoners of each other´s freedom to feel alive.
They just need another chance.
Cause both were born to be wild.

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Take a walk on the wild side

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.We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake by an infinite expectation of the dawn.

The girl with love in her eyes and magical horns in her hair will be blowing out some candles soon
and she can´t help but feel she needs to be more in touch with her animal side this time.
Even when she feels like a little doe most of the time, afraid of the unknown but also anxious to grow up a little bit more than the day before,
she knows she needs to run wild, she can´t silence her howling side. The wolf inside her wants to growl non stop from dusk till dawn.
She wants this year to be sort of a spell, something enchanting, powerful where dreams and wishes collide
to show nothing but beauty in the universe constantly unfolding before her.
She wants unexpected adventures, midnight howls under the stars, new winds of hope blowing through her carnival dresses right into her soul,
the magical touch of the sun when the thoughts refuse to face the marmalade skies, the intense gleam of the wise moon
when she doubts to trust her instincts instead of her mind.
She is like the sweet heart of a deer but she needs the strength of a wolf to get by and feel alive.

I see glittery horns and loud howls pointing at the sky. That´s a good sign.
I feel good things are arising.
I´ll just let the sky whisper them directly into my wild heart.

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She wants to act like summer and dance by the sea.

Kelley Ash and Ali by Harper Smith

Lou Doillon and Jessica Joffe by Vanessa Bruno

-We are music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams.

Wandering by lone sea-breakers. And sitting by desolate streams.
World losers and world forsakers. On whom the pale moon gleams.
Yet we are movers and shakers. Of the world for ever, it seems.-

This week i´ve been thinking of the sea.
Of how good it makes me feel whenever i´m overwhelmed by nostalgia and melancholy.
Such beautiful loner, a constant inspiration that keeps so many secrets and whispers between messy untamed waves.
Sometimes you just need the sea.
You just feel like closing your eyes, spreading your wings and taking deep breaths in front of him.
You love that moment when you both meet, each time it´s different but equally special , monotony fades and there´s a sense of escape, of hope where the horizon flirts with the sky. I know it´s a cliché but he never fails to keep my soul free, young, wild and awake.
The sea is so alive and wise, he constantly invites you to be an adventurer and sail in high winds. He gives me strength, he makes me happy.
It´s his whimsical enchanting mood that always makes me smile with my lips or my eyes.
These beautiful pictures proved the sea has a magical effect. They persuaded me and once again, i fell in love with him.
I travelled in my mind and felt like a mermaid married to the sea.
I danced barefoot in fluffly pastel dresses, mesmerized by his gentle touch, singing lullabies while my hair tangled up in the wind and my toes played with the sand.
I recited poetry under a lavender sky, the water listened carefully and for a moment she washed off nostalgia from my heart.
I remained silent and watched my dreams floating on the sea. I guess i often swim in my head but i always prefer his company.
Recently i heard that ´nostalgia is denial. A flaw in the romantic imagination of those people who find it difficult to cope with the present´.
That might be right but it does not have to be bad.
Nostalgia also keeps me alive. It keeps me hungry for better things to come.

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