I took this of my best friend’s legs in a field of daisies we found accidentally while biking. I miss the summer.
|—||Mark Twain (via mental—mindfuck)|
|—||Maheshvara (via mental—mindfuck)|
“What if a weeping angel fell in love with a human, but she could never touch or talk to him, and just followed him around all day. And then, just once, she followed too close, and accidentally touched him, and this was the result.”
I never cried because of an weeping angel’s life until now
wow never thought of it like that