my needs are few

kat. twenty something. i love the smell of the universe in the morning. proud supporter of the oxford comma.

[cronacadiunapassione]

[dailydoseofstuf]

[fifinne]

[dailydoseofstuf]

[dailydoseofstuf]

[whispersofmydreams]

[lawsofmodernwoman]

[blazers-and-silhouette-dreams]

[themountainlaurel-deactivated20]

[underthecarolinamoon-deactivate]

Exploring with the littles.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne in which he writes: “I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.”

[lofticries]

Children watching mom and daddy dancing, 1950s.

Photo: Susanne Szasz

[coreisimagination]

[r2--d2]

[labellefabuleuse-deactivated202]

[anxietydiet-blog]

[jackhardnesss-deactivated201309]

[dictionaryofobscuresorrows]

la gaudière

n. the glint of goodness inside people, which you can only find by sloshing them back and forth in your mind until everything dark and gray and common falls away, leaving behind a constellation at the bottom of the pan—a rare element trapped in exposed bedrock, washed there by a storm somewhere upstream.