#fresh grass

[tofreezetime]

a soft spot

[veritchi]

I made hay from our backyard's grass and now my room smells like fresh grass (*´ω｀*)

[etherealellaelf]

Some of us have been so hammered by life that we believe we deserve things. Things other people have. Things that weren’t meant for us. Things that wouldn’t make us happy. Sure, money makes everyone happy. But I wouldn’t like a limo filled with dancing girls and bling and a tub-thumping hood. My thing is mushrooms and cottages and sunsets and dreams. I don’t like the city, with its scorching smoke and its glaring lights. I prefer the stars and the sweet smell of honeydew, the fresh grass and the rolling hills. Let them have their jewels and their riches. My riches differ, for they are what I personally love. So leave me my cross stitch, my embroidery, my grandma core lifestyle, and they can have theirs. If man’s coin is all that drives you, then you’ll never see a doe’s eyes and admire it for its gentleness, for it does not cost anything nor is it worth any money, but it’s worth the world to me. <3

[gandalf-the-grey]

[shiftythrifting]

[wiccanwonder-land]

[melikesyoucomics]

2009, summer in NYC

[tanyaluca]

Summer Dancing Tree...:))