(via wild-nirvana)
Aren’t these roses lovely? They represent a type that was developed by David C.H. Austin, the celebrated English rose breeder. I’m grateful that they’re growing in my garden. You can plant them, too!
(via rinascimentc)
(via xviiz)
(via xviiz)
“I am moving mountains, but they won’t be moved without tears or sorrow; without the hardship or pain that has hardened them over centuries of change. Despite the struggling and groveling, these shaky hands, this seemingly minute body, and aging mind will make a change. With the blood drying on my hands from the cuts and bruises, I smile and laugh; I feel. I feel these mountains move slowly like my heartbeat over time and for once I feel alive and present. No man can relieve me of this burden that I call my own. For I am me, and me in its entirety could never be quenched or helped. I grow and move along with these mountains and as the trees age, the flowers bloom and wilt, the animals thrive, I continue to move forward.”
I guess I love letting boys ruin me
(via wild-nirvana)
“I don’t have a problem being alone, nor not having friends. But, like everyone else, I wish for someone whom I can just freely be myself with, speak what is truly on my mind what I can’t discuss with anyone else but, sometimes, not everyone wants God as that friend.”
(via suivrelesoleil)