Y.E.S. (Taken with instagram)
Y.E.S. (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Cool summer night? Check. Friends? Check. Heat lightning in the distance? Check. Bonfire? Ooohhh, yeah. (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Such a gorgeous day! Laying on a blanket with a good book and a good man =] (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Tonight has been a long journey. I’ve arrived somewhere I haven’t been in a long time, and I think it’s a good place.
Why do I insist upon searching the past for the things that hurt the most? What on earth is so enticing about revisiting pain? Am I seriously an emotional masochist? I’d like to think I’m able to let go and move on, but all my thoughts lead back to one of the darkest times of my life.
Why can’t I get this off my mind? Why does it have to invade my thoughts to the point where even my unconscious self brings it up in my dreams?
untitled by Simona Cordero on Flickr.
(Source: opium-s)