sweetsillysoul:
Hang me out to dry.
sweetsillysoul:
Delicate.
sweetsillysoul:
s'more tree's and the sky
sweetsillysoul:
Pretty colors at sunset.
sweetsillysoul:
Clouds
sweetsillysoul:
Slipping Away
sweetsillysoul:
Dogs
sweetsillysoul:
The Gazebo?
sweetsillysoul:
Inside it
sweetsillysoul:
Looking out.
sweetsillysoul:
Standing on the edge
sweetsillysoul:
swirls.
sweetsillysoul:
It was simply breathtaking.
sweetsillysoul:
:)
sweetsillysoul:
Cross
sweetsillysoul:
fingerprints
sweetsillysoul:
this is what's left
sweetsillysoul:
Desert life
sweetsillysoul:
Santa
sweetsillysoul:
me
sweetsillysoul:
deco
sweetsillysoul:
adoration
sweetsillysoul:
collect things
sweetsillysoul:
Calico
sweetsillysoul:
like a magic trick
sweetsillysoul:
but as of now, i'm facing it
sweetsillysoul:
rouge reapers
sweetsillysoul:
Imagine what will happen this time
sweetsillysoul:
“Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter& a pitter.”
sweetsillysoul:
“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.”
