chelseashell/ lady dreamer out west

i love being a human being every single day and try to spread smiles to the many strangers i encounter. all i intend to do here is share my own photos of my weird life in san francisco. this includes photos of nature, my face, maryjane, my cat and traveling the world.

chelseashell/ lady dreamer out west
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just another beautiful summer morning in San Francisco.
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every night i go to bed ready to be the person i want to be but every morning i wake up tired.
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In the morning I get lost in this city… I step into the hidden wooden areas behind the casting pools of the park and pretend I am in the middle of no where. I squint my eyes and stare at the sun through the eucalyptus trees and let the kaleidoscope patterns remind me of different days of consumption. The metallic taste comes back to my mouth and every leaf is just a little bit greener now. But the air is different than it was in those days. The environment around clung to your skin during the East Coast summers, the humidity constantly reminding you of the sun’s power and the nearby tideless ocean. Here I am more present; the air is cool and the clouds so thick that I feel like I can just be. I can choose what I want to acknowledge around me and walk to my favorite tree without having to wipe the sweat from below my gaping, rainbow chasing eyes. I miss the adventure of it all, but my mind has already been opened. I can obtain that euphoria on Monday morning before work and now the fog is my drug.
In the morning I get lost in this city… I step into the hidden wooden areas behind the casting pools of the park and pretend I am in the middle of no where. I squint my eyes and stare at the sun through the eucalyptus trees and let the kaleidoscope patterns remind me of different days of consumption. The metallic taste comes back to my mouth and every leaf is just a little bit greener now. But the air is different than it was in those days. The environment around clung to your skin during the East Coast summers, the humidity constantly reminding you of the sun’s power and the nearby tideless ocean. Here I am more present; the air is cool and the clouds so thick that I feel like I can just be. I can choose what I want to acknowledge around me and walk to my favorite tree without having to wipe the sweat from below my gaping, rainbow chasing eyes. I miss the adventure of it all, but my mind has already been opened. I can obtain that euphoria on Monday morning before work and now the fog is my drug.
In the morning I get lost in this city… I step into the hidden wooden areas behind the casting pools of the park and pretend I am in the middle of no where. I squint my eyes and stare at the sun through the eucalyptus trees and let the kaleidoscope patterns remind me of different days of consumption. The metallic taste comes back to my mouth and every leaf is just a little bit greener now. But the air is different than it was in those days. The environment around clung to your skin during the East Coast summers, the humidity constantly reminding you of the sun’s power and the nearby tideless ocean. Here I am more present; the air is cool and the clouds so thick that I feel like I can just be. I can choose what I want to acknowledge around me and walk to my favorite tree without having to wipe the sweat from below my gaping, rainbow chasing eyes. I miss the adventure of it all, but my mind has already been opened. I can obtain that euphoria on Monday morning before work and now the fog is my drug.
In the morning I get lost in this city… I step into the hidden wooden areas behind the casting pools of the park and pretend I am in the middle of no where. I squint my eyes and stare at the sun through the eucalyptus trees and let the kaleidoscope patterns remind me of different days of consumption. The metallic taste comes back to my mouth and every leaf is just a little bit greener now. But the air is different than it was in those days. The environment around clung to your skin during the East Coast summers, the humidity constantly reminding you of the sun’s power and the nearby tideless ocean. Here I am more present; the air is cool and the clouds so thick that I feel like I can just be. I can choose what I want to acknowledge around me and walk to my favorite tree without having to wipe the sweat from below my gaping, rainbow chasing eyes. I miss the adventure of it all, but my mind has already been opened. I can obtain that euphoria on Monday morning before work and now the fog is my drug.
In the morning I get lost in this city… I step into the hidden wooden areas behind the casting pools of the park and pretend I am in the middle of no where. I squint my eyes and stare at the sun through the eucalyptus trees and let the kaleidoscope patterns remind me of different days of consumption. The metallic taste comes back to my mouth and every leaf is just a little bit greener now. But the air is different than it was in those days. The environment around clung to your skin during the East Coast summers, the humidity constantly reminding you of the sun’s power and the nearby tideless ocean. Here I am more present; the air is cool and the clouds so thick that I feel like I can just be. I can choose what I want to acknowledge around me and walk to my favorite tree without having to wipe the sweat from below my gaping, rainbow chasing eyes. I miss the adventure of it all, but my mind has already been opened. I can obtain that euphoria on Monday morning before work and now the fog is my drug.
In the morning I get lost in this city… I step into the hidden wooden areas behind the casting pools of the park and pretend I am in the middle of no where. I squint my eyes and stare at the sun through the eucalyptus trees and let the kaleidoscope patterns remind me of different days of consumption. The metallic taste comes back to my mouth and every leaf is just a little bit greener now. But the air is different than it was in those days. The environment around clung to your skin during the East Coast summers, the humidity constantly reminding you of the sun’s power and the nearby tideless ocean. Here I am more present; the air is cool and the clouds so thick that I feel like I can just be. I can choose what I want to acknowledge around me and walk to my favorite tree without having to wipe the sweat from below my gaping, rainbow chasing eyes. I miss the adventure of it all, but my mind has already been opened. I can obtain that euphoria on Monday morning before work and now the fog is my drug.
In the morning I get lost in this city… I step into the hidden wooden areas behind the casting pools of the park and pretend I am in the middle of no where. I squint my eyes and stare at the sun through the eucalyptus trees and let the kaleidoscope patterns remind me of different days of consumption. The metallic taste comes back to my mouth and every leaf is just a little bit greener now. But the air is different than it was in those days. The environment around clung to your skin during the East Coast summers, the humidity constantly reminding you of the sun’s power and the nearby tideless ocean. Here I am more present; the air is cool and the clouds so thick that I feel like I can just be. I can choose what I want to acknowledge around me and walk to my favorite tree without having to wipe the sweat from below my gaping, rainbow chasing eyes. I miss the adventure of it all, but my mind has already been opened. I can obtain that euphoria on Monday morning before work and now the fog is my drug.
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wearing lipstick for the first time in over a year.
wearing lipstick for the first time in over a year.
wearing lipstick for the first time in over a year.
wearing lipstick for the first time in over a year.
wearing lipstick for the first time in over a year.
wearing lipstick for the first time in over a year.
wearing lipstick for the first time in over a year.
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old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
old habits die hard.
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where we belong.
where we belong.
where we belong.
where we belong.
where we belong.
where we belong.
where we belong.
where we belong.
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finally stepped inside the hotel of the red vic and got a nice rush of renewed appreciation for this fucked up, beautiful and historical neighborhood I have come to consider one of my many homes…
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::feeling the connection::
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my love.