Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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hope is beginning to lick at my fears again, her tongue a raspy balm, and just when i had begun to give up on ever seeing them again {i have only recently walked through a valley with no end in sight, selah} there were yellow freesias in a bucket when i went to the shop…
