your guardian angel

seasons are changing, and waves are crashing, and stars are falling, all for us.

getting scattered in the wind, getting scattered into your heart.
where fears and lies, melt away.

what’s left of me, what’s left of me -

❝ A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. ❞
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (via bookmania)

Colors of the Wind, Piano and Violin duet

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

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ohboy.

felling any foe with my gaze