August 2009
17 posts
Loves:
Green grass, incredibly blue skies, beauty and the vivid colour of...
Reading novels with endless pages on train journeys, the warmth of the sun,...
Our memory together will be our travel bag.
“I told him I was afraid of falling… and he whispered, ‘I have wings’.”
♥
For the dreamers;
mllemewshka:
brokenmachine:
thresca:
havent-got-a-prayer:
For the ones who look to the sky and imagine the possibilities. To the one’s who look at a pile of discarded garbage on the side of the road, and see art. To the one’s who often feel overwhelmed by the beauty of other people. To the one’s who write, and paint, and think. To the one’s who hate humanity, yet love it to death. To the...