9.06.2014
Life lately

Walking and getting my face burned by the sun, my eyes look greener, my heart more red.
Practicing patience and waiting for magic to happen when all that could occur was a foggy fairy dust created by my mind, nevertheless i ran to meet a smile.
To kiss.
A hug so big i felt home.
A beautiful parentheses in my lonely existence.
9.03.2014
Thinking about this
'I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.'
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
8.29.2014
8.27.2014
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