sábado, 27 de dezembro de 2014

The days are getting colder and colder around here! Bought this teal pants very recently and I was trying to match them! Tell me your thoughts (:









Sweatshirt - Stradivarius ; Fur vest - Bershka ; Pants - Bershka ; Boots - Stradivarius ; Ring - Parfois

quarta-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2014

Hi guys!
I came here just to wish you a Merry Christmas and that the magical Christmas night transform your Dreams in reality! 

For me, one of the best gifts is your affection & kindness. Thank you for making my blog experience such an awesome one! 
Can't thank you enough, Thanks to you, we are 60! 




domingo, 21 de dezembro de 2014

Heyy guys! (:
Today my post is a tag, I was nominated by Diana, she has this great blog Nervos Adolescentes, visit it! (:
The purpose of this tag is talking a little bit about Christmas!

Hope you like it! 

Christmas Tree: man-made or natural?
Man-made!!! Only the idea of cutting one tree just to satisfy my whims gives me chills!



Christmas with sun or snow?
Neither! My Christmas is always cold, without snow, and sometimes quite rainy.
But I would love to spend one Christmas with a lots of sun, on a beach (:

Wait for the morning or open presents at midnight?
Never! Ahah, I never wait, not even until midnight! (:

Which films you love to see this time?
Ummm... I don't know...Probably all of Disney, but especially "A Christmas tale" 



 Christmas Songs in the malls. Yes or no?
Yes. But only in the malls! (:

What is the clothes that you use on Christmas day? Pajamas or a beautiful outfit?
Just an outfit. I don't spend a fortune on a "Christmas outfit". A pair of jeans, a nice warm sweater, boots and I'm good to go!




What is your favourite Christmas food?
Everything that's sweet! :3




















What do you want for Christmas?
Nothing at all. I don't need to wait until Christmas to receive gifts. And in a short time I will do a trip, so that's my gift! (So excited!)

Do you plan in advance the presents or is at the last minute?
In advance, it's an awesome way of saving some money, because when is at last minute we end up spending more money.

Do you dress up like Santa?
I do not. No one really likes it.



What is your favourite Christmas song?
I do not have a Christmas song... but for those who like it ♫ Christmas songs 

Where will you spend Christmas this year?
The same place as every other year.


My nominations:
blessurstyle.blogspot.pt
http://aromaachuva.blogspot.pt/
http://likeachanelbird.blogspot.pt/
http://www.thefashionjukeboxblog.com/
http://photographybyvania.blogspot.pt/

Enjoy! 





sábado, 20 de dezembro de 2014

TOUS LAUNCHES CAMPAIGN "TENDER STORIES"

This is the latest campaign by Tous. I loved the photos, they're so fun! (:







domingo, 14 de dezembro de 2014

ALL THAT WE SEE IS JUST A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

I'm a huge fan of this amazing poet Edgar Allan Poe (moreover, the adress of my blog, is a quote from him). A little bit of history: born in the 19th century, he was part of the American romantic movement. Known for his stories about the mystery and the macabre, Edgar was one of the first American writers of tales, and he is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre.
He had a rough life, withou family, adopted, wasting most of his time between women and alcohol.
This genius died young. Probably, his most famous work is "The Raven". It's Brilliant.

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2014

FACEBOOK WELCOMES BLUEBERRY DREAMS!

Hello inspiring people! :)
I come here  today (proud) to inform that BD blog already have a Facebook page! 
Go check it out and please like it 

Here's the link: https://www.facebook.com/allthatweseeisjustadreamwithinadream



terça-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2014

GET INSPIRED IN TOMBOY STYLE WITH ELEGANCE

I love tomboy style! The jeans, the blazers, the shoes...
When girls use this style, and when they put it together in a nice way, they look very natural and (oddly) very feminine! So I leave here some photographs that I think that can inspire you all!
Kisses 





My favourite! 
























So fancy  right?!

quarta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2014

Don't you love Autumn? I mean...what's not to love?! So, I took this pictures to prove just how beautiful it is this time of the year! Hope you like it! 
Photos by: Mariana  & Margarida 












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