Rain
I love the rain and it’s temptation to open all my windows and doors and let it poor in washing my house and all its corners, cracks and ceilings clean in a way I never could.
(via musingsinfemininity)
I will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
—e.e. cummings (via voixdouce)
(Source: rachelmaenad, via lightasaghost)
(Source: hgeorgsson, via joshuastumberg)
I want a house that’s small
With only needed things
I want pictures on the walls
And rocking chairs on a rap-around porch
I want your hand in mine
I want our eyes to frame life together
But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.-Thomas Jefferson.
(Source: evil-efil, via joshuastumberg)
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Great Lake Swimmers
—Stealing Tomorrow
Is this place shaking, or is it me?
What can “i feel” mean without you?
And everything become more true
The more that I believe in you
Stealing tomorrow
I don’t care what you think
Gonna take it away
While I am stealing tomorrow from today
Stealing tomorrow from today
Stealing tomorrow from today
Take it away
And I built this all around me
I refuse to let anyone through
Oh no, not even you
Oh no no, not even you
Oh no no no, not even you
And it’s like someone else is driving
Like this body isn’t mine
Changed myself without even telling you
Or even asking and I need relief
‘Cause I can’t be sober and win you over
I relayed my temperature
You have to get out of here
And you don’t even know half of it
I cannot turn it off
I don’t have a switch for that
And haven’t crash landed yet
Haven’t crash landed yet
Stealing tomorrow from today
Stealing tomorrow from today
Stealing tomorrow from today
Snowy Spring
I’m mastering the art of jumping fences
It’s a beautiful thing
“Where did you find your feet?” you ask.
“I found them in the sky, lying on my back after you left,” I reply.
“And your beautiful words?”
“In the silence lacking your voice.”
(Source: keksass, via objections-por-favor)
My knees are bent
like the corner of a page.
I am saving your place.
—Andrea Gibson (via ghostwalls)
(Source: mariahmurphy, via ghostwalls)
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
- Agatha Christie
—(via learning-peace)
