It’s the moments of quiet and stillness that draw me in. The moments where it seems as if no one is watching and our walls and defenses drop—when it seems like we’re so tired of being everything and everyone but ourselves that we have no choice but to be ourselves. It’s purely honest and true. A little sad, mainly hopeful, but above all it’s true.
(Source: keslertran)
Reblogged from ramblin' woman
