skinny love

I’m not obsessed with you. I’m just obsessed with how you make me feel.

look what you wasted

a pretty face//doesn’t mean a pretty heart

you left. just like the rest.

cotton candy minded carnies

Slightly out of tune

Lovely nights, clowning about the carnival, a sweet spectacle

Hearty jokesmiths, enchanting lights, and a charming breeze.

zero gravity

spin me around again...

where is my mind

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

-Carl Jung

golden.

Time dropped out of sight as we danced through the summer with confetti in our eyes. The trees have begun talking again reminding me that September is here. Time for wintry walks through the wanderlust air while wearing comfort on our woolen sleeves.

chestnuts in blossom

maybe wilbur will let me borrow charlotte for this one

pumpkin kisses