raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Life. Or something like it.
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Knit one, purl two
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: It takes a long time to grow young
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Redderated daisery
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: perfectly hazy purplement
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Nothing to see here, move along...
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: transcendent, specifically? Kantian
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: \ \ \ \ | | | | / / / /
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: hoverfly is hovering
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Purple Peppers
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: To draw with idle spiders' strings
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: In the perspective of every person lies a lens through which we may better understand ourselves
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Hello?? Heeellllooooooooooo??? HELLO???? Can you hear me???
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: The greatest gift is a portion of thyself (processed with FREE ACR/LR Presets)
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: People could not believe what I'd become
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Perfect Purple Parasols
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Love is metaphysical gravity
raceytay {I br♥ke for bokeh}: Echinacea from a bee's perspective