The only ritual that matters anymore is to press this unknown flower between our hearts until we drown in the crushed fragrance that rises from the fissure between yearning and delight, the undulating hairline fault in the diamond, a path for us who are made of light, leading out of form and perfection, into namelessness. It may be a rose, this flower, or it may be God. But I will never know the way back to the garden where I stole it for you, like fire. <3
keep the wild! @thattoriigurl I'm going to miss you sweet girl but California is calling your name. I happen to think that you are the funniest, wittiest, sweetest,most godly young lady that happens to be incredible with a hilarious personality. You are fun-loving and just out of this world unique. I'm blessed to be your mom have a good trip I love you baby.