Even though she’s not with us anymore she continues to inspire me every single day.
What a beautiful, strong, inspiring woman.
it’s that time of year again
where you try and sing baby it’s cold outside with yourself
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Tagore <Stray Birds>, 1916 (via stellarstatelogic)