why stop dreaming when you wake up?

She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.

I follow everyone who follows me.

Pictures: some yours, some mine. I do not claim any of these photos, unless stated otherwise. If you would like me to credit, Just ask! xoxo • Ask me anything

andimslippingthroughyourfingers asked: well i won't be anon this time. : ) i love owls too. i have a side piece of one actually. i fell in love when i saw pictures of owls on yours.

how are you.

I’m fine, thank! How are you?

11:50 pm • 8 July 2010