A Venture Into My Mind

This is a meme, of sorts, stemming from Mara at The Owl Hours. Enjoy. And please, feel free to respond in kind.
Lots of love,
Sunny
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What would you see, if you walked into my mind? Well, first I’d urge you to bring a light. It’s not all that bright in here. Also, a few of the creatures that dwell within are particularly vicious, but don’t worry- they’ll avoid the light. Ready? Good.
Standing in this cavern, you may wonder which way to go. There are so many twisting, labyrinthine tunnels that you can’t quite decide. You may pick a random one and start walking- however, I wouldn’t advise that particular one. Somewhere, a long ways off, but not quite as far away as one would like, is a frighteningly chaotic storm. It tries to escape occasionally, but can never quite manage it. May I nudge you in that direction, instead? You shrug and accede.
Your footsteps echo against stone as you walk down the hall. It is cool and dim. A fine mist hovers over every surface, a mist that bears a peculiar resemblance to spun sugar. The same mist drapes itself over your shoulders, and you find, to your surprise, that it is warm. Looking down the corridor, you see a series of openings- large doors, small doors, oddly shaped doors. Some are covered with physical doors, or strange substances. Some lack doorknobs. Some are mere openings in the wall.
The first door you encounter is covered in an opaque, milky white substance. You knock on it- it’s hard as stone. But as you pass, in the very corner of your vision you see it move in a complex dance of pale waves and whirls, and through a gap you can just see the rich, dim colors of jewels. The second door is difficult to focus on- your gaze just keeps sliding across it. But you catch sight of a sole terrarium in a tiny glass bell jar, lonely in an echoing room, through the viscous amber material draped over the doorway. The third door is an opening in the wall, leading to an enormous cavern which holds nothing but books- bright children’s books are stacked haphazardly next to dusty tomes, piled precariously on top of mile-long shelves. A wooden ladder invites you to pick a book, to lose yourself in words, but you would need lifetimes to work your way through that room. A fourth door is covered by glass, and within it you can see pure color- brilliant blues and pinks and yellows, ever moving, while delicate strokes of black constantly appear and are then erased. You pass many more doors, some wonderful, some merely strange, and some a little frightening, on your journey. Somewhere along the way, perhaps around the time you encountered a door shielded by a mantle of translucent liquid ice, a pervasive scent of warm vanilla sugar, of freshly baked cookies, of caramel, winds its way into your conscious. Further on, you acquire more fragrances- a desperate, salty scent lingers beneath the others, and the bright scents of lemon, mint and lavender soar above them.  Odd, perhaps, but somehow they all somehow work together in at least a semblance of harmony.
By the time you reach the end, you have seen many things. Perhaps you are even a little tired, jaded. You wonder, what more can there be? Patience. There is but one more door. It’s a friendly wooden door, the surface worn smooth. It isn’t locked- the bright, burnished knob requires no key. You gently, and a little cautiously, turn the knob and open the door.
You step into summer.
Your bit of mist disappears, little by little, under the sun’s warmth. Your light fizzles out, unneeded. A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves of trees, and bright flowers stretch towards the sky. Horses race across endlessly lush fields, dogs frolic among tall golden grasses, and a single cat delicately winds its way around your ankles. Birdsong spirals lazily through a cloudless sky. You catch a glimpse of laughing faces, gilded by the sun, before you find yourself back where you started.
Except now there’s a sign.
It reads, What would you see, if you walked into my mind?
An invitation.

Just In Time For Summer

Moved from Wordpress to Blogger! :) I'm going to keep my Wordpress and all its archived posts, but I much prefer Blogger's layout, and it is quite a bit more convenient, as many of the blogs I follow are on Blogger.
Anyways, as it's summer and I've been going in to school (because even online classes require in-person finals... =_=) dressing a bit more nicely is not an option. I can hardly show up in my pajamas!

These are some of my favorite coordinates~ I love my Dr. Martens to death, but it's getting a bit too warm for them. Ditto for the cropped owl sweater AND the coral bodycon dress. ;A; Even my hair, as you can see clearly, loathes the heat! I miss spring... I'm melting into a puddle as I'm typing this, after being squashed into my sister's greenhouse of a room to paint her walls kermit-green and egg-yolk-yellow with ammonia-scented paint. Nope, not bitter at all. What could have possibly given you such an idea? ;)
On another note, I'm seriously turning into a Forever21 junkie. Everything pictured hails from that glorious store, minus the heels, boots and ring. Seriously. It may be one of the ultimate symbols of consumerism America, but a plethora of trendy, cute designs + wallet-friendly prices = pure LOVE, at least in my book. Particularly since I need to look about three years older than I actually am, so as not to garner attention on a college campus.
Love you all~
Sunny