#NowPlaying Red Right Return by Lemolo
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if i look back, i am lost
occasionally subtle
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Kiana Khansmith
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#NowPlaying Red Right Return by Lemolo
Sanger rain <3
The way the sun sets on Chukchansi Park brings joy to the light chaser’s . Good game Grizzlies! #lightchaser #sunset #sunlight #grizzliesbaseball (at Chukchansi Park - Fresno Grizzlies Baseball Stadium)
black and white
God, You are my hope.
Sunday morning meditations
Salzburg, Austria
Yeessss. Someday.
She picked all the petals off of all the flowers But in her heart She knew he loved her Not
Another voice via a new face Follow if you know the feeling -
Without a doubt. All my life I have heard music and seen colors, shades, pictures and stories. As I have grown older I have become more adept to feeling emotions in the sound rather than the words. I appreciate the artists work in writing their music of course, but as a wishful writer myself, I have an affinity for the use of words and story telling in lyrics.
There are countless roses to stop and smell. Each day is a new rose garden, every happening a new rose.
Roses have never really been my favorite. Before you catch your breath, let me clarify: I am female (if you're around long enough, I will roar), and I DO very much love a good rose from a good man. What I mean to say is that wildflowers hold my partiality. Wildflowers are exactly that - wild. They can grow and flourish anywhere.
My little dog, Blu, like me, tends to be a lot more like a wildflower than a rose. Blu is always anxiously anticipating what is up the road, just ahead. The Mister and I like to hike on days off or walk the neighborhood in the late afternoon while the sun goes down, and taking Blu along usually proves to be quite the endeavor. She hasn’t exactly learned to “heel”, and to be frank, I’m not sure I have a problem with that. Blu tugs on her leash wanting to see what’s next, smell what’s ahead, arrive at wherever it is we seem to be going…. Unless she’s short-leashed, Blu remains six feet ahead of us at all times.
I have a mile-long bucketlist. It makes me instinctively tug at my leash. Living in California these last two years has widened my horizons, and while I have lived, really lived happily, I’m anxious for what’s next.
Here’s to enjoying the wildflowers wherever they may bloom.
“If she was a song she would be nothing but music. A tune playing with very few lyrics. Like the way she loves, not much is said to prove her feelings are real, but her actions are played in loud volumes that your heart will never find deafening.”
-xwaysi
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from We Were Liars
"Welcome to the beautiful Sinclair family. No one is a criminal. No one is an addict. No one is a failure. The Sinclairs are athletic, tall, and handsome. We are old-money Democrats. Our smiles are wide, our chins square, and our tennis serves aggressive. It doesn’t matter if divorce shreds the muscles of our hearts so that they will hardly beat without a struggle. It doesn’t matter if trust-fund money is running out; if credit card bills go unpaid on the kitchen counter. It doesn’t matter if there’s a cluster of pill bottles on the bedside table. It doesn’t matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love. So much in love that equally desperate measures must be taken. We are Sinclairs. No one is needy. No one is wrong. We live, at least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Perhaps that is all you need to know." -E. Lockhart
An Awake Heart is like a sky that pours light.
Hafiz (via awake-society)
Continually learning from the selflessness that this guy shows me. Eagerly anticipating another year with Nates ❤️
Thinking of you, Nates
Soooo excited to see #HydraMelody in California this weekend!!!!! #SATX #NowPlaying Self-Titled by Hydra Melody