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bloom.

bloom.

we planted words and watered them with honey, our own little garden of love, lies and lullabies we watched them grow side – by – side we told ourselves that love would survive — it was either bloom or die (we chose to bloom) – ashley...
i’ve been here ever since.

i’ve been here ever since.

i dipped my toes in the promise of tomorrow, its unexplored depths calling my name i let its light filter in on shimmering strands that swore to cleanse the dirt from my hands but that ethereal glimmer didn’t have the answers so i let the dark speak, its low hum...
she sees your truth.

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter, a pack of restless souls bound in spirit, their gypsy hearts beating in sync with the rise and fall of a mystic moon they are truth and purity housed behind a stubborn love and piercing eyes they are the wildflower warriors, all...
rebels with a cause.

rebels with a cause.

we were the rebel youth, the explorers, the reckless souls running into the wild we chased adventure restlessly and we found beauty in the most unusual places we believed that we could make a difference and we still do – ashley...