SMITTEN

He and I have something beautiful but so dysfunctional.
christowitch:

Blessings of my first frost on you
Blessings of the goose-stitched sky
Blessings of the trees in sunset glory
And warm hearths at the end of the day.
Blessings of the harvest set before you
Blessings of the food that comfort brings
Blessings on the fire that stays within you
Blessings on the fire that cannot stay.

christowitch:

Blessings of my first frost on you

Blessings of the goose-stitched sky

Blessings of the trees in sunset glory

And warm hearths at the end of the day.

Blessings of the harvest set before you

Blessings of the food that comfort brings

Blessings on the fire that stays within you

Blessings on the fire that cannot stay.

(via sirenism)