Mariah Fleming
20. Boston, MA.



All our words are but crumbs
that fall down from the feast of the mind.

-Kahlil Gibran



"Monday morning came too soon. It’s entering my forgotten room. Diguised as the morning sun and I should be on the run. But I’m here waiting for you to come and rescue me from this awful blue." 


— Maria Mena - Monday Morning
18/4/2011 ─ Notes

Themed by a drowsy tigress for Tumblr.