Hello There! Someday...
Someday...
Hello! Welcome to my blog...I'm Ash. Hope you like it! Also if you ever want to talk or anything I would love to. I love music and books and cups of tea and long hugs and old friends and new friends and going on adventures and laughing and the ocean, stars are nice, I like the sun and the moon and run-on-sentences and singing, daydreaming, soccer, writing, the word marvelous and lovely and wonderful, quotes, art, sleep, bright eyes, kind smiles, ice cream, video games, swings, raindrops, fresh cut grass, cities, mountains, people who smile lots and those who never really do, creamy coffee, splashing water, clothing, old books, bike rides, photography, bands, instruments, paint-specifically watercolors- blue skies, rain, lighting, sunny days, crisp things, surprises, seeing people happy, seeing people staying content, sticky buns, croissants, frozen yogurt...a.k.a. froyo, peanut butter cookies, peaches, dumplings, delicate glasses, old movies, new movies, laptops, faces, cold mornings-as you deeply inhale the cold sharp air cuts though your lungs causing bits of pain but somehow it makes you feel alive, old memories, remembering those whom I've lost, purple telotubbie ice cream, willow trees, parks, and you for reading this. xxx
Someday...
floralls:

Paeonia (by **mog**)
Album Art
293 plays 
certainne:

broken… by louveciennes on Flickr.
17sailors:

sunday. by mariell øyre on Flickr.
cruciosly:

nicole by jeana sohn on Flickr.
"Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via hallucinations)
electrail:

paper flowers + milk bottle by hello naomi on Flickr.
calabozos:


And if i don’t meet you no more …”. FIAC 2012, Paris

omg
whisped:

untitled by eleanor rask on Flickr.
wildstag:

untitled by majaln on Flickr.
"I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it."

Ernest Hemingway

I think about this often.

(via citywithcolor)

gemmeus:


untitled by remaininglight on Flickr.
dearvalkyrie:

home improvements (by nataliecreates)
selfworthiseverything:

(by billyallpress)