gilded butterflies
my name is jasmine, i live in a small town in new york. i post photos, the occasional story, and music. i don't like chocolate or capital letters. i like the smell of wet air and night time flights.

you once told me, our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch. is that true for everybody, or is it just poetic bullshit?

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so. guys. hey.

i’m back after.. what.. nine months? i know, i know. i’m a totally lazy blogger but i just needed something different for a while. but i’m back, sticking to photo blogging, and i just wanted to say hello! i have 500+ followers after all this time which makes me love the 500 hundred who stayed, and miss the 300+ that go away!

anyways, i’m back, for a long time this time.

unsufficient: (by Laura-Lynn Petrick)
8"I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder, as I’m getting older, people get colder, most of us only care about money making, selfishness got us following our wrong direction, wrong information always shown by the media, negative images is the main criteria, infecting the young minds faster than bacteria, kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema, whatever happened to the values of humanity, whatever happened to the fairness in equality, instead of spreading love we’re spreading animosity, lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity, that’s the reason why sometimes I’m feeling under, that’s the reason why sometimes I’m feeling down, gotta keep my faith alive till love is found, now ask yourself, where is the love?" -Unknown (via itsbeenaperfectday)

(Source: micaceous)

799"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence.
To have no yesterday.
To have no to-morrow.
To forget time.
To forgive life.
To be at peace." -Oscar Wilde (via thetemporaree)
235"You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil." -Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via trua)

(Source: atomos, via trua)