She is so innocent, naive, frail. There is something pristine about her and unspoiled. She is afraid to love. She is a forest, and a night of dark trees She tastes like pollen and stars and hinges, she tastes like fairytales, swan maiden at midnight.
Everything is beautiful, in it's own way... This board is a display of images I find beautiful! These photos do not belong to me, unless otherwise stated. I'm just enjoying their beauty, I hope you do too! Please visit my new Autumn Blog: