“it’s hard to explain
i don’t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
i’m running out of trails
worn paths don’t lead to where i need to get to everytime
she moves in secret ways
and there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm
she moves in secret ways”

polly paulusma. (sometimes i wonder where the hell have i been all this time, why didn’t i find about these songs – the ones i love at first sight listening – earlier…)

tiny note to friends: if you’re waiting to get some sort of reply or notice from me, hang on. i’m busy and clumbsy, but i’ll get to everybody. promise. please, please, be patient.

me, by dani. i have a pair of socks just like that. :)