Let her love soak you alive.
Made magic with a dear friend, Ned.
Photographer | NED TOBIN
Do visit Ned’s blog for his stunning creation of this piece.
what we see
is merely a reflection
of who we are
Be not afraid to bare your soul.
Beauty lies in a spirit come alive, in the way light
cascades out our eyes
and things begin to grow.
Things like heart, art and soul.
What is more beautiful than a girl who feeds her spirit first?
For a full spirit can’t hide;
it pours out of souls the way
rainbows pour out of the grey.
So inhale in the fire of desire.
Let it fuel you,
Model | DESTINY DORNBUSCH
3rd degree black belt & taekwondo champion
Love is kind.
Love is unconditional.
Love needs no reason.
Love hugs you tight when you cry.
Love squeezes your hand because it feels good.
Love sings to you.
Love touches you.
Love paints you pictures.
Love is colourful.
Love is speechless.
Love is patient.
Love is here.
Love always comes home.
Love can’t stop kissing you.
Love makes your insides melt like cacao left too close to the stove by accident.
Love leaves you little notes everywhere.
Love makes you hot ginger tea.
Love carries you over puddles.
Love doesn’t mind the rain.
Love gets lost in the mountains with you but it’s okay because
Love > fear.
Love shows up on your doorstep. With roses. And cucumbers.
Love warms you up when you’re cold.
Love is a warrior.
Love stares up at the stars and wonders where you fell from.
Love lingers a moment longer.
Love breathes you in.
Love shows up to yoga class because you’re there and
Love is wherever you are.
Love makes you vegan avocado milkshakes.
Love makes you scream in bed.
Love is innocent.
Love is funny.
Love is playful.
Love is a glimmer of light in the black.
Love thinks you’re perfect.
Love is you.
Love is me.
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