April BrightBax:
"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying."
April BrightBax:
There is no moment more precious than the exact moment you are living now.
April BrightBax:
The life you have left is a gift. Cherish it. Enjoy it now, to the fullest. Do what matters, now.
April BrightBax:
Happy Summer, Flickr dearies!
April BrightBax:
Me and Lit
April BrightBax:
The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze.
April BrightBax:
Some snow before spring arrives =D
April BrightBax:
Ribbon ♥
April BrightBax:
just a selfie
April BrightBax:
Fishtail Friday
April BrightBax:
“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
April BrightBax:
Selfie
April BrightBax:
She awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy.
April BrightBax:
A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city.
April BrightBax:
Self-portrait Tuesday
April BrightBax:
Bathroom Selfie
April BrightBax:
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
April BrightBax:
Sunday
April BrightBax:
Me and my Princess
April BrightBax:
This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.
April BrightBax:
"I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string."
April BrightBax:
"Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life."
April BrightBax:
We are all wanderers on this earth. Our hearts are full of wonder, and our souls are deep with dreams.
April BrightBax:
Lazy Sunday Afternoon
April BrightBax:
It’s one of those rare moments, the air thick and perfumed with memory, when the imagined world and the real world seem to overlap.
April BrightBax:
Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
April BrightBax:
Love my new slippers and green toenails =D
April BrightBax:
Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.
April BrightBax:
There is always a lot to be thankful for, if you take the time to look. For example, I'm sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.
April BrightBax:
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
