"My mouth can’t translate the things my heart says."
In this picture from the early 1940s, travelers in California’s San Joaquin Valley gather owl’s clover and blue lupine in a field along Route 99.
(Source: materialattractions, via uhwhatson)
My passport expires soon and I’m unhappy about having to give it in exchange for the new one, partly because of the cool stamps from 3 continents, and partly because I think it’s the last time I’ve been seen with a tan.
It definitely hasn’t been long enough since the last time I4ve heard Bring me to life