May 31
it was the kind of silence
that said
welcome-
sat down beside you
and listened.
Path, meet Errand...
My ongoing mission- to explore strange new meters, to seek out new poets and new writing styles- to boldly go where no poet has gone before!
“Professor River Song. Archaeologist.”
HAHAHAHAHAH
This is relevant to my life.
(via timelordsofgallifrey)
May 30
the plea for correctness
can only be answered by yourself
terms and conditions
reality shaped
by your hand.
it is our time-
do not look to others.
seek the truth within yourself.
In Victorian times they invented a tea cup to prevent your moustache from getting wet.
NEED.
OH INDEED.
(via meandthestereo)
May 29
clementines-
your innards grace my belly
and your oil scents my fingertips.
sweet and small
you contain an emptiness
i can appreciate.
Q
what do you love
Anonymous
A
rainy days, the smell of coffee in the morning, the tiny flowers that only grow high up in the mountains, the sunrises- i love wrinkles and the way cedar wood smells, the way that my hand fits in his-
goodness i love a lot of things! there is beauty in everything if you just know where to look :)
Talk to me. Tell me stories. Ask questions. I’m feeling talkative.
(via fredgodof)
may 28
in memory
of those who fell
so we could stand
united.
