Just another twenty-something's musings on life, occasional rants and phone photos, and copius fashion/scenic/food/quote reblogs.

Formerly just-a-little-black-rain-cloud.


Thoughts grow just as easily as grass, as easily as weed,

If you don’t want it in your garden, then why plant the seed?

Why water it? Why tend to it?

Well it is all in your hands,

And there is no one but yourself that you can blame

For all that you create.

Maybe our actions are what counts, and not all that we might think or feel or say,

But don’t they all relate?

Marketa Irglova, Only In Your Head