which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life
Life is burrito
"i want to kiss her. not because i want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me. i want to kiss her because i can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. i want her to know that i see her as perfect. That she is perfect."
— bzq (via hefuckin)