Phoenix in flames.
"What lingered after them was not life. .but the most trivial list of mundane facts:
A clock ticking on the wall,
A room dim at noon,
The outrageousness of a humanbeing thinking only of herself. . ."
I know what my heart is for.
Just keep breathing. . .just keep beating.
I am:
21
A Christian.
Not Single.
Nosey.
I firmly believe I was born in the wrong time.
Write to the cat. . .add the heart.
Oh. You know. The usual.
God. Tree houses. Books. Creepy places. Cereal. Acting. Forts. Imagination. Holding Hands. Castles. Tea. Dancing. First Kisses. Adventures. Rain. Thunder. Letters. Water. Unexpected Kisses. Compassion. Films. Tree-houses. Guns. Flowers. Dreams. Tap Shoes. Hugs That Refuse to End. Pen-pals. Magic. Cowboy Boots. Time Travel. Books. Native American Culture. Rivers. Photography. Wands. Eyes. Minds. French Culture. Thermals. Music. Bikers. Tea. Oatmeal. Paint. Goals. Coffee. Galleries. Museums. Tattoos. Cadavers. Books. Antiques. Zombies. The 20's - 50's. Sandwhiches. Lanterns. Records. Writing. Polaroids. The Ocean. Literature. Fog. The 60's. Pirates. Coffee Shops. Nature. Reading. Films. Trees. Hope. Grass. Old Things. Etc. Etc.
I would love to meet my great-grandmother. .when she was my age.
My Great Grandmother. .when she was my age.
And a hopeless romantic. http://www.idiots.nl/work/image3.2.html
Nails on a chalkboard please.
....
No. Just Kasey Vision.
I love them.