
i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god

i hear the laugh of someone i love, i find god. the setting sun fills my room, i find god. i eat fresh strawberries off the vine, i find god. someone rests their head on my shoulder, i find god.
Someone should invent a sugar daddy for artists, like a nice rich person who just wants you to be creative and create art. No expectations except more art, eventually, when ur feeling it.
really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though
What do you believe in now?

self preservation through love

chupacapra

Chupacabra as well

















