Right after a storm, I would run outside. Whether it was the air or the fresh blanket of snow, it always felt magical or new. But as beautiful as it is, the snow starts to melt. And you’re suddenly standing in dirty slush, frozen and unable to feel anything at all. But after enough time, even that disappears. The ground thaws, days get longer, and though you could never imagine it, you start to feel again. It surprises me every time.

hotticuslincoln:

Donuts & despair

duckflyfly:

I accept you. Don’t go.

benson-shelby:

my little cute family

mrandmrskarev:

↳ Grey’s Anatomy ↬ 16x15— “Snowblind.”