paradise hill


I remember clambering through the trees, climbing over rocks, and stumbling across this little opening thinking I had stepped into a dream.  It wasn’t somewhere all the tourists went, nor was it anywhere famous that you would see in a brochure. It was a secret, a hidden Scottish gem, if you will.  It was so quiet; all you could hear was the gurgling of water as it trickled over the rocks.  The wind had somehow disappeared, leaving us all to peacefully bask in the warmth of the sun. There was a large boulder in the middle of the water; I carefully tiptoed across the rocks to get to it, plonked my feet in the water, and just sat there. I didn’t want to to leave. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so perfect before. It was peaceful and serene and scenic and something out of this world. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back there again, but it will always remain the most beautiful place in the world to me.


What’s up everybody? I decided to give y'all a some more Weeknd/Polaroid-style album covers. These have been very successful for my blog and I gotta thank everyone who has been liking, reblogging, commenting, everything. It is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!