sweet olive:
On The Best Days, The Tears Come
sweet olive:
When I Said I Want To Be Ripped Open Wide {this isn't what i meant}
sweet olive:
In Which Summer Arrives In Seattle And A Wise Breeze Opens The Pages Of Her Pocket Journal Encouraging Her To Write What She Would Like Never To Forget
sweet olive:
{love you, dudester}
Anton Sim:
Ambition
Anton Sim:
Live (Fear)
Anton Sim:
Live (Envy)
gillian daSilva:
*21* {365} take these words, and paint with them
sweet olive:
While Rereading An Old Favorite, She Remembers The Time He Told Her About Rereading The Pages Of His Journal
sweet olive:
This Morning
sweet olive:
Beginner's Mind
sweet olive:
November? Is That You?
I♥RainyDays:
Early November Sunrise
gillian daSilva:
sugarheart
taddyporter:
ode to my self
gillian daSilva:
Instruments to enkindle my journal.
gillian daSilva:
shells