My name is Erin, I'm 17 years old, and I love my God. I don't exactly have a particular theme to my blog, just because I love so many things. But here's just a list: photography, flowers, nature, good music, arts/crafts, nail painting, food, anything cute or funny (especially cats), Disney, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Hunger Games, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, Adventure Time, and so many other things. Oh, and if you follow me, I'll check out your blog and possibly follow back(:

b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

"Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting what my father’s voice sounds like."

This whole thing. I want to bottle it up and never forget a single word. And now I can.

(via whiskeyandhemingway)

(via under-the-sea-of-stars)

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
2 days ago

Saint Augustine   (via fashion-in-ny13)

(Source: psych-quotes, via mi-roiter)

Attract them by the way you live.
2 days ago


people say i look different without my glasses but i dont see it

(Source: michaxl, via hiddlestheprince)

2 days ago

something my 10th grade history teacher told me about how he knew he wanted to marry his wife (via jasfuckinq)

(Source: mindtricks-, via loveluckandlust)

Only be with someone who you think you can learn from. They should be smarter than you in certain ways so that you can continue to grow and be interested. Above all, you should undoubtedly be proud that you are with them.
1 week ago