#everything is brown

It is the color of canyons deeper than fears. It is traveling circuses and the singing of chimes. Of listening to the Lumineers and getting wine drunk. It is the feeling of bloodied fingers running across steel guitar strings, of cool showers on sun-soaked skin. It is the color of fresh coffee grounds and laying in bed all day as the sun crawls across the sky. It is pressing flowers into the pages of novels as you swallow a promise.

thank you so much!

i hate it here

Getting a promotion helped her kitchen look a bit less sad.  ...Only a little though. 

#327 - Fall If you look closely to the moutain, all that brown and grey areas are burned trees.

It's naptime!