Michael.coach:
St. Mary's Church on Laurel Hill Plantation
miss.bailey:
she seemed to move everywhere dancing & music followed her like leaves on the wind.
miss.bailey:
going forward sometimes takes a long time going back, she said.
miss.bailey:
has some sort of disease where you hallucinate & start to not believe in love, but after a year or two, or even sometimes ten or twenty, it cures itself & all that's left are a few little red spots that twinge & ache whenever you get too near someone else
miss.bailey:
have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.
miss.bailey:
a memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
Folo Dnirg:
polaroid 47
scott w. h. young:
times past
heavenuphere:
autumn morning
!.Keesssss.!:
Tree lines in the fog
aftab.:
Follow your heart
ringsonherfingers//:
art on another afternoon
raquel fialho:
memorial
lucky fletch:
The City Of Wind
In Memoriam: -Tripp-:
Rain...
Alex Niedra:
Alone in Union Station
