Lovely Evenings in the Snowy Woods

"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of the easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep."

[itallstartedwithakiss]

[dedicatedtobeclassy]

[sorta-phantastic-deactivated202]

if someone says “stop touching me” stop fucking touching them, you asshole

[sorta-phantastic-deactivated202]

if someone says “don’t touch me” dont fucking touch them, you asshole

[starvationxa]

some of u bitches r trying your hardest to stay positive and hopeful despite all the bullshit you’ve been going thru and it really shows and i’m proud of u

[lovinquotes]

[poems-and-word]

[poetic-pics]

I wish you could hear…

[perfectfeelings]

[typography-images]

Worrying…

[itallstartedwithakiss]

[bostonprima]

[she-looks-so-perff]

“and in this world,

she is my world.”

[itallstartedwithakiss]

[thoselovelythings]

[urbbans]

[friendly-animals]

(Source)

[letthedarknessgo-deactivated201]