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It's fall, boot weather! WHOOO, here's my favorite boot looks!
The whiskey soaked your tongue but your words sobered up in my head and I was the one left hungover
Molly Bever "whiskey kisses"
Sunrise by Molly Bever
In the darkness you are still
My mind is dizzy with all that doesn’t matter, and yet you remain still
Calm my senses. Drag me to reality. Hypnotized, my feet are strung along.
Bitter coffee and black tea sweetened with nothing but the morning peak of the sun. Dew lies on my lips and my skin begs to absorb the natural glow of dawn. Let it fall off and leak a renewing energy that can seduce my nerves.
Your crazed hair wraps around my fingers as I caress your sleepy head. Dreams dance off the strands and twirl around my palms. When I close my eyes I inhale the aromas of your fantasies.
An intimate collision of adventure and desire. Eager I will blindly follow.
I love you till my cup runs dry, till the ink in my heads evaporates, till I lose new ways to tell you the same endearing conclusion.
I could not bear to repeat a moment here with you.
And still…. In this fading darkness it’s all I do. A reoccurring certainty my heart belongs.
Is there anything more beautiful than a sunrise?
S t e a m b o a t. F r i s c o. W o l c o t t.
Traveling is the utmost exciting way to learn about yourself. I recommend a healthy dose of it each week. You don't have to go far. Your neighborhood is seeping with untold stories and when you discover them the way your soul reads them tells you more about yourself. So go. Explore.
R u s t i c. B e a u t y.
So I have a theory. Stars fall when they have become too saturated with the tears of broken hearts. As they fall and collide with the earth, they release all the love hitched to their tails by star crossed lovers. And that love fuels the universe. Its a balance. Love found. Love pursued. Love lost.
Molly Bever
Distance isn't a number. It isn't miles or minutes. Distance is the beats between hearts And the unspoken words that fill them.
Molly Bever
2. 0. 1. 4.
Five rodeos, Two new puppies, Six live concerts, One new haircut, Four first kisses, One lost license, Two new jobs, One blog, Two new pairs of boots, Eighteen bonfires, Tons of hikes, Thousands of cups of tea, and endless laughs. Lets see what 2015 has in store.
Language. words to decorate the bluntest of blades with the most elegant delicacy.
Molly Bever
Our love, instantaneous and perishable Like a Polaroid A burst of light, powerful and bright Leaving its mark forever Trapped in a frame Forcing me to remember Even your kiss Lingers on my lips It’s a moment in time That’s endless to me Yet, just a still frame Only a memory
Molly Bever- Polaroid Love
Home is not defined by four walls but the laughter we fill it with. It is not the curtains blowing in the warm summers breeze but the moments in which the breeze takes our worries away. It is not the twinkling lights i love so much on the porch but the memories we make beneath them. we decorate the word home with a house and a roof but home lies with in us, with in each of us. "o the places you will go"- molly bever
to read the whole poem go to my tumblr and scroll down to "O the Places You Will Go"
Merry Christmas
B o t t l e. U p. T h e. H e a v e n s.
A blanket of a night covered the sky and tattered holes in the blanket allow bits of heaven to slip through. And we bottle that bit of heaven up and put it in our attics let it collect dust in our closets until we bring it out once a year. We string it from our houses and wrap it around our trees. Christmas that’s whats it is.
Tell me I am beautifully composed. Let every silent moment be filled with the words I love you. Draw on my paperback heart. Mark on me and leave me eternally changed.
Molly Bever O. t h e. P l a c e s. Y o u. W i l l. G o.