addicted to story

fucking love youtube

the scene

fuck it it sucks again

now i have to go find something new

or

maybe i already have?

that's the funny thing yo

maybe that's the funny thing

you fucker

oh wow hip hop ain't dead

tha revolution heh heh

mafuckaS

you've got the love.

candi

it's pretty here

inspiration

flowers

“The environment is where we all meet; where we all have a mutual interest; it is one thing that all of us share. Whatever its condition, it is, after all, a reflection of ourselves—our tastes, our aspirations, our successes, and our failures. Fortunately, if we want to badly enough, we can do much to change what is not pleasurable to the eye and spirit. Even in the poorest neighborhoods you can find a geranium in a coffee can, a window box set against the scaling side of a tenement, a border of roses struggling to live in a tiny patch of open ground. Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”
--Lady Bird Johnson

from humanflowerproject.com

echo

Echo, on the streets of Manhattan where anything can happen if you believe in it enough. Just like anything can happen in the canyons and underground clubs of Los Angeles if you believe. For magic is belief. Her father had believed in her mother. Her mother believed in the white horse. It had taken Echo this long to believe in Echo and that this man could love her enough.

She tugged gently. The flossy feathers pulled away in her hands like cotton candy, the shabby wings disintegrating, falling from his shoulders, leaving his back bony and naked and so warm in
her hands.

In Echo's apartment, Rose's wedding dress was filled with light. It looked alive. Echo lay on the bed and the man took her in his arms.

Then Storm gave Echo back her tears, the ones she had given him so long ago, gave them back deep into her womb, where they would become a child who would never doubt. Who would know that magic is belief and who would believe.

And here I am poised above with my arms spread flying and there are halos of light spinning out of us and yes this is me becoming holy human and my own self.

-Francesca Lia Block