Yesterday, I shot a gun for the first time. Scary, loud, & I couldn’t hit a single target to save my life.. but I definitely want to do it again.
Yesterday, I shot a gun for the first time. Scary, loud, & I couldn’t hit a single target to save my life.. but I definitely want to do it again.
WANT.
(Source: idgafbroskie, via keepcalmandbake)
Somewhere driving to a fleamarket on a backroad in Stormville, NY last summer.
Creativity, or Lack Thereof
I am just four months shy of my 20th birthday, & I think that with age, I have begun to lose my creativity.
Ideas used to just flow from my brain straight to my fingertips & out onto a blank page - I could write for days, I could paint for hours, I could write songs that seemed to come from nowhere. Now.. my mind is a blank canvas & I have nothing to cover it with.
I feel as if I’ve had writer’s block for months now.
Am I alone in this?
My cat, Snowshoe. My mom named him for his little white paws. He used to live under our neighbor’s deck until my mom coaxed him over to our house. He lived on our front porch for months until he finally decided to venture indoors & hasn’t left since.
These look like they’re from Cupcake, a small chain of stores located around South Carolina. Regardless of where they’re from, they look divine & I wish I could reach through my screen to eat them. Sincerely, a cupcake addict
(Source: Flickr / muyyum, via soverypretty)
