I feel like this is my personality summed up in one picture. Pony tail, sitting in a field, writing in a journal, camping pack, water bottle and travel mugs in the back ground. Such a modestly beautiful shot
Noah Blackwell, an eighteen almost nineteen year old. Noah was born to a lovely couple; Iren, and Tali Blackwell. Iren, her father, is a soldier, and taught Noah a thing, or two about respect, and how to defend yourself. Tali, her mother, was a gardener, helped Noah discover her love of nature. The small family lives on a farm, and since the passing of Noah's mother, she has taken over watching, and caring for her families crops. Although being a quiet girl, Noah can be rather stubborn
Hanyah She's in my nightmares, a silent angle that stares at me while i shiver. Golden hair to the wind, pale lips half parting. Her eyes are paralyzing, minutes pass before they shift. Eyebrows raised in surprise at a sound only she hears.