thedustdancestoo: we can run between the rows of sunshine that grow from the ground and blow in the wind like a sea of gold. interlocked fingers, tired feet, flushed faces show the heat from our love and beat with the life that pervades our hearts.
protestyourfuckinghero: Stop eating when you’re not hungry, you’re not doing you’re self any good. YOU’RE NOT FUCKING HUNGRY. Love, Me.
“happiness hit her like a train on a track…” - Dog Days are Over : Florence and the Machine