A girl that loves books, music, movies, tea, art, ballet and God
Held it in her hands like most precious gift
Not willing to have anyone take a peek
A treasure that held the secrets of her heart
A heart that had been stained and tainted by man
but wiped clean once more by loving hands
That held her like a daughter
A memory of once being one
Awakening new hopes
Desires to share it someday.
Twenty year old Lucille Ball in 1931.
I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.
(via sheepishknitcrochet)
i need this.
My Funny Valentine
YES!!!!!
Seriously! This whole album is AMAZING!!
After class nonsense
Farewell to this place I called home for a year, many memories, now for new ones: ) #eastbowles #transfers #greatfriends!
(via mint-tea-and-honey)
(via teacoffeebooks)
Silly as it may be,
my heart is still un-hemmed at the seams
It is a fractured piece of porcelain
with pieces that have gone missing
No way of having it be sewn back together
Nor any way to have the cracks leave an unscathed mark
It is all a hopeless disaster
A heart that can never be put back together again
How hopeless can it get
