Sunlight.

Simple things turn magical
Minutes freeze like popsicles
And drip their seconds down our shirts
I love you so much it hurts…

I want to bring you the fields of flowers
I want to build you Eiffel Towers
Take the clouds in the evening, turn ’em into stars
And drop ’em like keys through your prison bars
Set you free

– Mason Jennings (is brilliant.)

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(images via weheartit)

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