To go to Tuscany
to walk the roads
and to drink the air
through my lungs.
I would combust
in pleasure
in happiness.
Reblogged from An Aestheticist
To go to Tuscany
to walk the roads
and to drink the air
through my lungs.
I would combust
in pleasure
in happiness.
For the love of: this^. Wanderlusting away my day-dreams…
To go to Tuscany to walk the roads and to drink the air through my lungs. I would combust in pleasure in happiness.