violet voice
2009 Aug 23 Time flies...
Love, V
I am:
Woman and cat.
Girl and guitar.
Twenty-one years old.
Cultural creative.
This is my voice.
Love,
V

P.S.
Love to hear from you.
Write me.

come back (via rosiehardy)
because waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

come back (via rosiehardy)

because waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

human

bonjouralexander:

I love the feeling when I am reminded that I am human, and that the mistakes I have made in the past does not define who I am now. I love being reminded, also, that there are still people left in the world that still have feelings, that still cry, that still get angry, that have insecurities, that have made the same mistakes I have, and that sometimes we lose faith in everything and everyone from time to time. We are simply, human, and we often forget that.

Certain combinations of syllables

I like making lists of names I like.
Some of them:

XX
Astrid
Calliope
Evangelina
Galatea
Lotus
Lucrezia
Magdalena
Ornussa
Palestrina
Yasmine

XY
Caspian
Dorian
Falcon
Leif
Lucas
Michelangelo
Nimbus
Orpheus
Raphael
Seth
Vodka

And maybe for pets:
Butter
Button
Mutton
Napoleon
Peaches
Indigo
Jet
Killer
Tango
Vanilla

Vivid void shrouded in luster and myst.The eye of a black cat.Look how deep that night is.Lose yourself for a few moments.
vivatregina:
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky.

Vivid void shrouded in luster and myst.
The eye of a black cat.
Look how deep that night is.
Lose yourself for a few moments.

vivatregina:

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky.
a dream (via thresca)

a dream (via thresca)

white rabbit by =TrixyPixie on deviantART
There are so many of these bougainvillea flowers here where I live. They come in deep red-fuschia, fuschia pink, pale-just-slightly-greenish white, orange, peach, and some funny crossbreeds that are hues in between, or spotted different colors.
Did you know that the colorful petals aren’t really petals? They’re actually leaves. The real flowers are the small white ones inside, see?

white rabbit by =TrixyPixie on deviantART

There are so many of these bougainvillea flowers here where I live. They come in deep red-fuschia, fuschia pink, pale-just-slightly-greenish white, orange, peach, and some funny crossbreeds that are hues in between, or spotted different colors.

Did you know that the colorful petals aren’t really petals? They’re actually leaves. The real flowers are the small white ones inside, see?

Lovely knees, scraped elbows

she wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovely
way to see the world.

she doesn’t believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.


she sits on his bed and orders one beautiful sunrise after
another. she says: let’s reinvent what magic is.

she replaces fear of the unknown with curiosity.

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These lovely writing excerpts are from here.

rabbyte:
(via daieny)
somehow fragile (via Laura Serra)

somehow fragile (via Laura Serra)

feanne: meta-love
Meta-love: I love love!

feanne: meta-love

Meta-love: I love love!

Meta-insecurity:
Insecure about being insecure.
feanne: Sigh

Meta-insecurity:

Insecure about being insecure.

feanne: Sigh

(via f letter)

(via f letter)

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
Unknown (via overflowing) (via kari-shma)
— Good reminder for me!