wearedeadpaper: can we echo louder than butterflies, louder than mistakes, and death, and shadows? This reminds me of once a few years ago when a friend told me that something I had written about where I wanted to be in five years (so I guess that would be two or three years now) sounded like a butterfly hurricane. I look back at that time of my life with rose-tinted lenses but I kind of miss it. 

wearedeadpaper:

can we echo

louder than butterflies,

louder than mistakes,

and death, and shadows?

This reminds me of once a few years ago when a friend told me that something I had written about where I wanted to be in five years (so I guess that would be two or three years now) sounded like a butterfly hurricane. I look back at that time of my life with rose-tinted lenses but I kind of miss it. 

(via ragingelegance)