They may be strange leaves, but leaves nontheless.
- Essence
- Lucinda Williams
So much for writing this paper. But, anyways, I wish someone would write a fic based on this song.
Anyone else think she’s looking more curvy?
You wouldn’t know it from looking at me, but prayer is a big part of my life. Whenever the cameras are on me BANG! I immediately start praying, just like Tim Tebow. Instead of touchdowns, however, I ask for answers. For example, why are so many young white men crushing hardcore on Ron Paul?…
old but good.
what…
(via 50shades)
(via 50shades)
sweet and innocent enough.
(via 50shades)
Grits/ my life be like
he definitely wasn’t going to half-ass it that night…
(via ohlittlerachel)
I take a seat across the room and watch her for a while. My cheek rests against my hand and I just watch. I wonder how someone so small, so delicate, could have become so lost and mistreated in the world. How someone who has so little, can even manage to get up everyday. How someone, who was just a child, dealt with a pain, I, as a grown man, cannot deal with. I wonder how simply watching her sleep makes me feel like my bullshit problems are just that. Bullshit.
