little osla

She was dancing in the yard, as the sun meshed with the mountains. Her skin chipped away, as the darkness grew. She breathed in, and burst into ashes; blanketing the grass.
☾ Sandra

She laid between tree roots, as the stars tugged at her hair. Her eyes closed slowly, as to approve of such behavior. She lifted into their lit embrace, never to meet with the soil she once knew.
☀ Janeth

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little osla

- I feel like time goes by too quickly to be doing the same things over and over. I want a little more wiggle room, as you say it. I don’t want to live in a routine.

1 ♥ / 21 February, 2012

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