February 2012
7 posts
January 2012
69 posts
Visions of ourselves find vigor in the calm of fresh air and fall colors. Enlivened senses stir us from our hiding spots — inadequate havens in which we shelter ourselves from the malaise of ceaseless motion. Our everyday has left us haggard and barely breathing beneath an ever-growing layer of self-doubt. But we emerge.
When the world outside has become still, and our eyelids are not...
in love with the frenchies.
skinsunwaterlovefreedom.
if there are no birds make some yourself.
running so far ahead just to get back to the end.