Makes me giggle every time
I remember it was windy on the summit, a gentle yet persistent push against my jacket and snow pants. I remember the distinct whispery sound that was made as it blew across the surface of my helmet, slightly resisting my head from turning. There was hardly any snow up there, most of it had been blown off into deep drifts, down the sides of the mountain. Untouched and guarded by stubborn old trees, waiting in the dancing shadows of bare branches. It was time, I was alive.
– (via awelltraveledwoman)
Today’s oxymoronic doodling. / Lyra aqua brush duo.
"When they broke up in 93 he wasn’t acting like Johnny anymore.. It’s almost like Winona took Johnny’s soul, Johnny’s love." - Tim Burton