hello, my old heart.

clara sometimes asks me if i dream. "of course I dream, " I tell her. "Everybody dreams."
"But what do you dream about?" she'll ask.
"The same thing everybody dreams about, "I tell her. "I dream about where I'm going."
She always laughs at that. "But you're not going anywhere, you're just wandering about." That's not true. not anymore. I have a new destination. my journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's. It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I'm going. Where I've always been going.
Home. (the long way around). 
|| my raggedy doctor, the day of the doctor || 

*and these are the days we dream about
when the sun paints us gold 
as we lie with no wants under a canopy of pines
a corner of the world saturated in fairytales & nostalgia.
here, my heart begins to beat again:
here, i am home.

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stills and moments from the myriads of photoshoots, evenings of baking, afternoon walks in the forest, movie nights, and big bear exploring during our five days spent in the mountains. 
lake arrowhead, you do my heart good. christmas can't come soon enough. 
xx 
*lyrics from bright eyes, though i do not necessarily recommend their music.