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Tuesday, October 15. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface — it never seems too loud, or too wild.". View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. Born To Be Wild. Daisy Flowers in your Hair.
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Friday, January 3. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface — it never seems too loud, or too wild.". View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. Born To Be Wild. Daisy Flowers in your Hair.
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Sunday, August 10. Every night that goes between. I feel a little less. As you slowly go away from me. This is only another test. Every night you do not come. Your softness fades away. Did I ever really care that much? Is there anything left to say? Every hour of fear I spend. My body tries to cry. Living through each empty night. A deadly calm inside. I haven't felt this way I feel. Since many a years ago. But in those years and the lifetime's past. I did not deal with the road. So I can truly win.
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Sunday, October 20. Cheer up, honey, I hope you can. There is something wrong with me. My mind is filled with silvery stars. Honey, kisses, clouds of fog. Cheer up, honey, I hope you can. There is something wrong with me. My mind is filled with radio cures. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. Born To Be Wild. Daisy Flowers in your Hair. Oh My, Miss Elouise. Summer Nights and Fairy Lights. We Dream of Ice Cream.
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Wednesday, February 12. I LOVE this…. Sarah @ www.aperfectflake.com. June 11, 2014 at 11:58 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. I do not claim the rights to any photos posted on Wildflower unless stated otherwise. If you have content on this page that is not credited, please email me and I will gladly provide credit. Born To Be Wild. Daisy Flowers in your Hair. Oh My, Miss Elouise. Summer Nights and Fairy Lights. We Dream of Ice Cream.
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Wednesday, May 28. Thanks, Sharon Van Etten. You rock. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface — it never seems too loud, or too wild.". View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin.
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Sunday, November 3. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface — it never seems too loud, or too wild.". View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. Born To Be Wild. Daisy Flowers in your Hair.
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Wednesday, November 27. I think I might've inhaled you. I can feel you behind my eyes. You've gotten into my bloodstream. I can feel you flowing in me. The spaces in between. Two minds and all the places they have been. The spaces in between. You have a beautiful mind. January 21, 2014 at 12:20 AM. Thanks for the kind words, whoever you may be. January 21, 2014 at 9:39 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. Born To Be Wild. Oh My, Miss Elouise.
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Sunday, May 25. I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humor making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. Born To Be Wild. Daisy Flowers in your Hair. Oh My, Miss Elouise. Summer Nights and Fairy Lights. We Dream of Ice Cream.
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wildflower: t o r t u r o u s
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Thursday, December 26. So leave me in the cold. Wait until the snow covers me up. So I cannot move. So I'm just embedded in the frost. Then leave me in the rain. Wait until my clothes cling to my frame. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow this blog with bloglovin. I do not claim the rights to any photos posted on Wildflower unless stated otherwise. If you have content on this page that is not credited, please email me and I will gladly provide credit. Born To Be Wild.
