hydrangea heart
Reblogged from anthony-samaniego
I compare myself to a candy soft on the outside, yet stone hard on the inside. I can be a foe, but I'm a better friend. Innocence is what I had; peers just introduced me to sarcasm and those thingamajigs. Love made me into a bitch in a very meaningful way. I suck in arts, yet ask me 1+1 and I might give you a hundred. I'm full of wit, actually I've got too much. Too much talkin', hit the Ask button and I'll be an open book.
hydrangea heart
Reblogged from anthony-samaniego
my two moods
Reblogged from kushandwizdom
The more profound the experience, the lesser the words are.
You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.
Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a home
Reblogged from thesexualquotes
Reblogged from thesexualquotes
今年の桜は少ししか撮らなかったけど、
それくらいが今のわたしにはちょーどいいかなぁという気がしています。
桜を見ると長い冬が終わったーと嬉しくなるね。
そんな写真を見つつ、今日はせっせと次の冬に備えての薪運びでした。
お疲れさま。
Reblogged from japan-overload