She loves the sky.

→ i guess i’ll never know why sparrows love the snow, we’ll turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow › welcome

→ it hurts just to wake up, whenever you're wearing thin, alone on the outside, so tired of looking in › showcase

→ an old lighthouse throwing beams of bright lights, red in the morning, blue in the evening sun › spam&friends

→ til i look at my hands and feel sad, cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly › who'schris?

→ like we've done for years, then we'll take a long walk through the corn field and i'll kiss you between the ears › fanfictions

→ the temperature drops, and your shivers freeze all the rivers around, but I keep you warm › graphic