For a while now I have carried round a note book and jotted down whatever was in my mind. People always ask to read it and I say no. I'm choosing to share this with you groovy people of tumblr and will do so by hiding behind my alter ego.
I always reblog this picture when I see it on my dash because, although a simple picture, I believe it to be one of the most beautiful things. Just that people could hold so many memories on this old, worn out mattress which is not of beauty but could have had something as beautiful as falling in love happen on it.