kiss me slowly.

I like writing songs & fairytales.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

(via tyleroakley)

listening to "shake it off" with my Dad for the first time...

Taylor:

And to the fella over there with the hella good hair...

Dad:

Is that a Harry Styles reference?

Me:

What?

Dad:

Isn't he the one with the great hair?

Me:

Dad:

Me:

Dad:

Me:

I am so proud of you.

sometimes in order to grow you have to fall. 
missing europe somethin’ fierce. 
"you have a lot of one direction on your blog" "oh, sweetie… you have no idea…" 

"you have a lot of one direction on your blog" "oh, sweetie… you have no idea…" 

(Source: floralprintharry, via daynanicolea)

thankful he is slowly letting me do this. 
shouldn’t have taken advantage of where I was. i suppose now I know. 
shoutout to Miss. Liz for introducing me to the pop-worship music that makes working out a little sweeter :)
thankful for sleepovers and tummy rubs and a boyfriend who makes me tea. 
shine. 

shine. 

(Source: tayloralisonswft, via andthatlittleblackdress)

lately I feel as though God is pulling me in different directions. i crave to be in leadership roles and grow people, but I also just want to sit alone in EdgeHill cafe and write, i miss the stage with a wrenching ache, but I also want to stay in the wings and just write songs. my father always told me that I had to choose, but I think my Father is telling me I don’t have to. 
everyday.