mischief managed

abbie. "do not pity the dead. pity the living. and above all pity those who live without love."
It’s color! Color that holds the key! I can hear the colors. Listen to them. Every time I step outside I feel nature is shouting at me. “Come on! Come and get me!” “Come on! Come on! Capture my mystery!”

(Source: wolfzstark, via gerominoooo)