June 2011
63 posts
sunflower fields.
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.
Dear Me,
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
