eighteen. sydney. God is love.
autumn days and sunshowers. photography and inspiration. music and lyrics. polaroids and oversized cardigans. wildflowers and abandoned houses.
Though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, you need not fear.
When I think of all the books still left for me to read, I am certain of further happiness.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?