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About: I have been breathing two and twenty years, and still, I am a fledgling. I count, here, on my fingertips the things that I think beautiful, or touching, or important, or frivolous, or any manner that matters in the slightest. I draw, dream, write, cry, laugh and fumble, and fall, and try to get up. I am a collection of memories that some people call a soul.

dannielle:

havefuntoday:

BREAKING NEWS:

Ryan Gosling has gone missing. If anyone near the Pelham Rd. area sees or hears any information pertaining to a found fat fluff of orange contact FaithWest, or myself immediately! We are really concerned about his safety! You see… he is more than just a cat to us, he is a soulmate and a friend! He enjoys eating goldfish crackers, cheese doodles, and pancakes so if you see fit to put some out by your door that might also help to lure him closer to home! (>____<)

IF YOU ARE IN SOUTH CAROLINA HELP SEARCH FOR RYAN GOSLING, HE IS ORANGE AND FLUFFY AND IMPORTANT. 

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #55 by Tyler Knott Gregson
How would you like me to tell you? How would you like me to explainwhen I try to describe to you howmuch I want you? Do I say it withwords, or with long sighs out of mytired lungs? Do I whisper it orscream it across the space that shouldnot be separating us any longer?Do I kneel down and with hands claspedtogether phrase it as a question thatbegins with ‘will’ and ends softlywith ‘stay here forever,’ the ‘you’choked out in between the two halves.Do I type it or carve it intomy skin so the blood can show you andthe scar forever remind you? Do Ibeg or do I swallow it all and hopethat you know the way to see into mychest, the letters white like bonesin the x-ray of how I am feeling?Do I sink or do I swim? Which wouldshow you more, if sinking demandsbravery and swimming requires folly?Tell me how to tell you and thetelling will be told.-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #55 by Tyler Knott Gregson

How would you like me to tell you?
How would you like me to explain
when I try to describe to you how
much I want you? Do I say it with
words, or with long sighs out of my
tired lungs? Do I whisper it or
scream it across the space that should
not be separating us any longer?
Do I kneel down and with hands clasped
together phrase it as a question that
begins with ‘will’ and ends softly
with ‘stay here forever,’ the ‘you’
choked out in between the two halves.
Do I type it or carve it into
my skin so the blood can show you and
the scar forever remind you? Do I
beg or do I swallow it all and hope
that you know the way to see into my
chest, the letters white like bones
in the x-ray of how I am feeling?
Do I sink or do I swim? Which would
show you more, if sinking demands
bravery and swimming requires folly?
Tell me how to tell you and the
telling will be told.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

Game of Thrones

punk394:

No words.

I AM THIS NOW OMG

there is no box.

there is no box.

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Concept art for Padmé Amidala’s costumes in Attack of the Clones (source)

Concept art for Padmé Amidala’s costumes in Attack of the Clones (source)

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #54 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #54 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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“[Wanderer, this is the pre-history of February.
The life of the poem in the mind has not yet begun.]

You were not born yet when the trees were crystal
Nor are you now, in this wakefulness inside a sleep.”
—Wallace Stevens, from “Long and Sluggish Lines” (via the-final-sentence)

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dannielle:

gimme you.

dannielle:

gimme you.

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