Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.
I wonder who’s gonna be by my side in 10 years
Life goal: get rich and buy an incredible, historic southern plantation home with a magnolia tree-lined brick/stone driveway and to renovate/rebuild the house from the inside out
starting today all blogs without the following image will be deleted within 24 hours
i’m not even afraid of deletion. i just want this image on my blog
I’m trying to figure out when “oh, it’s midnight” turned into “oh, it’s only midnight”