Look into the Keyhole
Building my life on dreams of sand
Forming with my own two hands
How it will look to live how I want
Determined to get it the way I envisioned.
And as waves tore away at my work
I turned my back against the wind
To salvage what I’d made
In hopes of saving a crumbling ruin.
You can’t receive better things if your hands are full. Let go of the past. Today’s a clean slate and the possibilities are endless.
(Source: livintoinspire, via mystandards)
Sitting under an umbrella outside in 80+ degree weather with a light breeze. Headphones. Cool drink. Books and notes spread across the table.
Can’t tell if I’m really studying or just enjoying being alive in this moment.
This is nice. Wish I could stay here. And not be interrupted by all that must be done. Can we just be?
Let’s.
A single word from your lips could break me.
I wish you would embrace me
My heart whispers, “Take me.”
