little drops

Things that drip drop into my soul and make me want to sing.

I'm Jazz.

I want grace in my heart and flowers in my hair.

Ask/Tell : )

Also see: www.notesofasoulsong.tumblr.com
“Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. It sees what is best in the beloved even when what is best in the beloved finds it hard to emerge into the light.
- J.M. Coetzee (via venebelle)



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