allyson.marie:
he said she could fly with angels
allyson.marie:
.a part of me.
allyson.marie:
whíѕpєrѕ σf thє wíndѕ
allyson.marie:
.bros grimm.
allyson.marie:
.let the moon light guide you home.
allyson.marie:
Autumn passage
allyson.marie:
mas·quer·ade
allyson.marie:
“ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ ɢʟᴀᴅ ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀs.” .
allyson.marie:
flying high in the adirondacks
allyson.marie:
endings or beginnings
allyson.marie:
Summers End
allyson.marie:
She lived with flowers in her hair
allyson.marie:
Because I crave the warmth of the sun
allyson.marie:
Free yourself
allyson.marie:
Beyond that secret window
allyson.marie:
"ρєянαρѕ ιт ιѕ α нυмαи тнιиg,тσ ℓσσк υρσи ѕυ¢н вєαυту αи∂ fαιℓ тσ єи¢σмραѕѕ ιт.”
allyson.marie:
.the freedom you wanted.
allyson.marie:
Let's stop hiding shall we?
allyson.marie:
Rise Above, I know that's hard for some
allyson.marie:
How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary. Craig Thompson
allyson.marie:
.homage to Dali
allyson.marie:
Hint of Spring
allyson.marie:
.loved. Part l
allyson.marie:
d r e a m s
allyson.marie:
spring awakens the senses
allyson.marie:
.enticed by their beauty.
allyson.marie:
.solitude.
allyson.marie:
" I employ magical thinking" author unknown
allyson.marie:
.rain in the city.
