When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from, your dreams are valid. Thank you.
these are the reason i take it as a compliment when people say i look like her.
it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you
In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines…
no you don’t get it
this was my childhood
i think i reblogged something on madeline before but in case i didn’t: my mom would read this to me when i was little and she would always read the teachers lines with a french accent for me.
"Who do you love most in this world?"
"When did you find it most difficult to love God?"
"Why during childhood?"
"Because I always wondered why things happened to me."
"How long did you wonder why?"
"Until I found God, then I knew why."
"Because people aren’t bad, they’re sick. And sick people do bad things."
Boys with flowers in their hair, Rhode Island, 1957