Looking Toward The Age Of Hope

I'm just a girl with all the dreams in the world, and the heart to achieve them

I believe in tolerance and respect, humility and boldness, honesty and love. I belive that no one person is better than the other because of what they have or who they are. That's just who I am.

*I own nothing unless otherwise stated*


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I love on the one day that I’ve felt like getting sick all day my parents TOLD me I’m going to spread mulch.

What the fuck? I came home from work early because I felt like shit- leave me alone!



Can’t seem to write tonight, so I’ll go practice my runes instead…



I can’t wait until I can look at pictures and not get triggered anymore.

One day.



I love this. Mine would say: Deep Breaths

I love this.

Mine would say: Deep Breaths



The only reasons I love summer

People are happier.

Evening walks.

Night time car rides in the country with my best friends.

My birthday.

I love to cook s’mores.

Strawberry smoothies.

I believe that Fate is being unexplainably prepared for a moment that you should be completely unprepared for

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

Ernest Hemmingway


Reblogged from bitchsuckmy12inch
jaaawest: t-h-a-t-c-h-i-c-k: iruvricemorethanyou: pilgrimkitty: awesome. I’m going to repeatedly reblog this. So much hope. This gave me chills. Love this.

jaaawest:

t-h-a-t-c-h-i-c-k:

iruvricemorethanyou:

pilgrimkitty:

awesome.

I’m going to repeatedly reblog this.

So much hope.

This gave me chills.


Love this.

(Source: bitchsuckmy12inch, via stirringthecauldronoffabulous)



Looks so good!

Looks so good!


Reblogged from stirringthecauldronoffabulous

When a writer writes, they pour out their soul. They were born with a gift, a soul that never runs quite dry. Think about it; when poets are happy, they write. When they are angry, they scrawl letters onto paper. When they are going through the tough stuff, they carry on using words. Every letter and every word is a bit of the writer’s soul. It never will run dry. Though it may only have a drop in the end, it’s still not empty.

(Source: stirringthecauldronoffabulous)