monreano

There is a house built out of stone. Wooden floors, walls and window sills. Tables and chairs, worn by all of the dust. This is a place where I don't feel alone. This is a place where I feel at home.

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds. There is a tree as old as me. Branches were sewn by the color of green. Ground had arose and passed its knees. By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top; I climbed the tree to see the world. When the gusts came around to blow me down; I held on as tightly as you held onto me, I held on as tightly as you held onto me.

‘Cause, I built a home for you, for me. Until it disappeared from me, from you and now, it's time to leave and turn to dust.

‘To Build a Home’ – The Cinematic Orchestra

i should probably introduce myself, and i'm pretty sure that will come later on as i get use to blogging crazily, amazing artworks. the quote above is from one of my beloved songs on-to-go, since it really describes my current muse. if i ramble on about how much i love this, since i started using tumblr @ 2:14 am on le 9 octobre then seriously, i'd have to dedicate this whole blog to john lennon. which i do, but that is partially correct. i'm a sixteen year old girl who goes by insanity being the source of beauty. everyone's got their own opinions; mine happens to be consistently dead on.

archive. ask me anything.

Jun 2 2012

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