As Susan left her driveway, she had a feeling she was being watched. And she was. The ghosts of people who had been a part of Wisteria Lane were gazing up on her as she passed. They watched her as they watched everyone, hoping that the living could learn to put aside rage and sorrow, bitterness and regret. These ghosts watch, wanting people to remember that even the most desperate life is oh, so wonderful. But only a lucky few realise the gift they’ve been given. Most people just go on, day after day, trying in vain to keep secrets that will never stay hidden.

(via theysayinwonderland)

This is how I live my life

(via crisella)

crystalwhistle:

Supermarket prom photos are the best.

Crystal, why are you so pretty.