Wëlitèhe
It's by doing whatever that one becomes whoever
For All the Poets

For all the poets

who are out there, among the bliss

And for all the poetry,

among the hearts of many

I write nothing, that is compared or comparable to that.

I simply write what I cannot physically grasp.

That is my poem.

On me

Through out my life, I’ve had many things laid upon me:

The weight of the world, it seemed at some times
Bad news, seething of grief
Honors, expectations to be upheld
Responsibilities
Emotions
Drama
Problems

But never, no never, have I had the weight of your body
laid upon me

The curves of your body, matching mine;
flawless.

God what I wish I have, to have you bestowed upon me…

I didn’t grow old or mature, I grew tired.anon (via wnq-anonymous)

geotan:

grawly:

hanukkahlewinsky:

i love when old people figure out how to do something on a computer that’s actually really simple but to them it’s like 

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wwhere is grambnda going???? help her

goodbye grandma

Glaciers move in tides.
So do mountains.
So do all things.
John Muir, Letters from Alaska (via theriverjordyn)

(Source: anintimatewoman)

Happy Travels

We ‘re spending the next 10 days together
and here we are,

texting the night before
'till 1 am,
Letting our hearts fly
even though our flight won’t leave ‘till 3 tomorrow.

Hmmm.