LOOK AT THIS FIELD
LOOK AT THOSE FLOWERS
I LOVE THIS FIELD
I LOVE THOSE FLOWERS
EVERYTHING IS SO PRETTY
I LOVE EVERYTHING
-A Psalm of Ana
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
—Iain Thomas (via katweenah)
(Source: how-a-dream-looks, via belovedi)
I repent for everything I ever did in the name of “love” before I knew who Love really was
All I have is pictures but that’s enough to tell- You look so happy; happier than I ever thought you could be. The kind of happy that drives out all of that darkness that used to haunt your brilliant mind. The kind of happy that curls up inside of your heart like a kitten, digs a hole and sits for a while. The kind of happy that stays.
Knowing that makes my heart so happy, but since I can’t speak to you for some mysterious reason, I will just write it here.
(Source: ibibleverses, via belovedi)
yo i ain’t saying she’s a gold-digger but she does carry a weird pan everywhere and keep mumbling stuff about “gold in them there hills” idk so yeah she is probably a gold digger
(via belovedi)
Missing Savannah
When blood and water hit the ground, walls we couldn’t move came crashing down.
