Girls dont want boys. girls want to run away to the french countryside to live a secret life full of self love and gardening and hanging clothes up to dry and sketching by the river
Make that IDing mushrooms by the river, and cha-ching
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Girls dont want boys. girls want to run away to the french countryside to live a secret life full of self love and gardening and hanging clothes up to dry and sketching by the river
Make that IDing mushrooms by the river, and cha-ching
“Sweeter than the early morning in summer.”
— Ernest Hemingway, from “For Whom The Bell Tolls,” written c. 1940 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Structure Minerals
You ever just wanna hold someone’s hand?
Because I wanna hold someone’s hand.
this is probably one of the funniest things i’ve ever seen.
“Be with me through it, the tall peaks and deep valleys, the pleasure and pain.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I need this performing sza back
As someone that has grown up surrounded by beaches and done surf life saving, I know how the sea works. Lots of people dont. Every summer multiple tourists die here because they don’t respect the sea, if you’re going to the coast, here’s a thing I saw on Facebook.
reblogging for all of us that grew up in land locked states, then visit the ocean and are used to just plunging into a lake.
THE PUREST THING
we’re getting into BOOKS again, kids. we’re out here reading BOOKS. it doesn’t matter if it’s YA lit or elementary school readers or “”great classic”” novels or comic books or even creative non-fiction. we’re reading BOOKS and we’re having FUN with it.
Is this a threat?
yeah
Does fanfic count? Please tell me fanfiction counts.
I mean there’s nothing wrong with reading fanfic but like. please do not make fanfic the sum total of or even just your primary main reading material if you’re trying to reestablish a habit! if it’s a comfort zone thing, try some nonfiction related to a topic connected to your favorite fandom to read fics for!
Take Me To Church by Hozier except he’s practicing it alone in the front of an empty cathedral, while you watch, hidden, from far behind the pews. He’s at least physically alone, because when you search for the source of the backing vocals, you see no one else.
“Whisper sweet and slow all that you want me to do, how you want it done.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Typewriter Series #2540 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
Buried in smoke and ash, old whisky and cheap gin, Bukowski hid a bluebird in his chest, ashamed of the song, perhaps, ashamed that he loved it, maybe. Stuffed down and clipped wings, is a bird a bird if you don’t let it fly? Strength like armor never made to fit, bravado can’t stop a bullet, can’t stop you drowning. Shame, this, who knows where wings could take a man, who knows how things look from such heights?
-Tyler Knott Gregson-