'never burn bridge linds. you never know who might need you. or you might need them.'

[gracefortheweak]

 or 'bloom where you are planted dear.' - my grandmother.

of these firework watchings and plainly dressed nineteenth century school teacher longings. she is gentle and bends her fingers around a stem of wheat. pressing her thumb against the head and singing the love her mother once gave but did not intend for her to hear. her eyelids would flutter

Comments

[anonymous]

remember the fruits of the Spirit =)

[if_only_echoes]

remember the fruits of the Spirit =)

walk 2 moons

[forlewis]

beautiful.

[indiestyle]

i wish you were influenced somewhat by guys

[the_monkeys_esc]

you will always be amazing to me