#summer tears

[lustriakeimark]

Summer Tears

All the years passed

All winter nights

The sun's stopped,

And days were dark

The bed on muss

And the sheets flopped

Like a lightning struck

Without thunder cracks--

He roused up

To a new cry

A tears of warmth

To his frozen life

Thawing the ice

Of his chilling haunt

For in his blanket arced

A new beautiful sunrise

[mleighsquickspot]

M'L Instant

SummerTears...

Rains fall down from the sky above. Hit your face as you stand in the door way, or press you face to the cool glass of that one leaky window. Like the morning dew, drops form on the surface of the skin exposed to this event. You feel some how refreshed, renewed like the plants and animals that share this event with you. Cry not for me summer skies. Water the world keep it growing. Water me in kind, my summer shall not wither as your streams continue to keep flowing.

image: Abstract Art Contemporary Painting Summer Blooms By Mad art by Megan Duncanson

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[insassingaround]

In cold states my hatred processes at peak efficiency

[dazedradio]

My friend ricksisbased compiled this summer-themed mixtape for my blog and radio station. It’s a really nice, sunny day in Austin and this is the perfect thing to jam when you’re out walking around. The track list includes classic rock n roll sounds from Jonathan Richman, The Kinks, Wilco, and many more. It’s a mix for doing fresh things, like making egg white omelets or cleaning your apartment with the windows wide open. Check it out and cop a free download. Summer will be here soon enough my friends.    - Brendon  (via https://soundcloud.com/relaxed-fit-king/summer-mixtape-2015?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr)

[topsarkisozleri-blog]

So Confused

hey yo hey yo

Well I know we just met yesterday The things we go so right As you always know just what to say The word is on my mind

Well I feel I need a special way to ask you to be mine Well I don’t know when’s the perfect day, What’s the perfect time?

Nakarat I Babe you, leave me confused Don’t know if I Should let you now wait it out girl Wish I knew just what to do, I’m so confused

Nakar…

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[breathingtheunorthodox-blog]

The salted earth, a grain of sand, these salty eyes don’t understand. Soon there won’t be time to cry, buried up to her film-projector eyes