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    • 19 hours ago
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  • dancing-against-time:

Infinity & Beyond on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/15498252/via/MIssAlice1234

 Hearted from: http://onlyamemory.tumblr.com/post/10916626122

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    dancing-against-time:

    Infinity & Beyond on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/15498252/via/MIssAlice1234

    Hearted from: http://onlyamemory.tumblr.com/post/10916626122

    πŸ˜β€πŸ‘

    Source: dancing-against-time
    • 19 hours ago
    • 4 notes
  • dancing-against-time:

Tumblr on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/40810902/via/MIssAlice1234

 Hearted from: http://the-time-travelers-daughter.tumblr.com/post/34101794641

    dancing-against-time:

    Tumblr on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/40810902/via/MIssAlice1234

    Hearted from: http://the-time-travelers-daughter.tumblr.com/post/34101794641

    Source: dancing-against-time
    • 19 hours ago
    • 4 notes
  • cosascool:

    JKWAN DESIGN

    Source: cosascool
    • 1 day ago
    • 389 notes
  • tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #412 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for allthings and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bonesthat’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats,wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of thewhispers and longings and letters tied to letters hooked tosentences that anchor themselves to my tongue and threatento leap the moment I open my mouth but find themselves lost inthe darkness when I close it again, and by again I mean alwaysand so the words must absorb themselves back into my tongueand follow the dirt roads of my veins and climb the longladder of my spine back to my mind to rest awhile. Rest untilthey can come out of my fingertips and say all I could notwhen my mouth slammed shut and was silenced by my shaking andby shaking I mean the trembling that comes without warningand starts in my chest and pulls tight my arms across my body andcurls my fingers upon themselves and pulls the curtains downover my eyes and by eyes I mean the little green planets livingon my face that might just be more than 70% water and seem tobe fond of sharing that water with my cheeks and lips thecollars of my shirts and the tiny part of my throat that feelshollow.And by hollow I mean not empty but filled with nothing becauseyou and I both know that nothing is absolutely somethingespecially with it’s the silent shared string that ties twolives together and by together I mean intertwined and wrappedaround each other like a rope, where when you hold it youforget it’s made of tiny threads and you think of it as one,just one.What if I was more for you, what if by more I meant everythingand by everything I mean the things you’ve dreamed of and bydreams I mean the things that live so deep inside your hopethat not even the waking parts of you that control where yourfeet carry you or how your hands fidget when they carry nervesinstead of calm underneath the lines on your palm see and by palmI mean the place my hand will fit or the surface you will useif ever I need to be slapped or the source of the force of thepush you’ll give when it’s a push forward I need and by need,my goodness by need I mean the absolute and certified requirement, theunwavering and nonnegotiable and no ifs ands or buts about itplace you must occupy in my life no matter what the tides dragin or what the sea pulls back out and no matter how much watermy little green planets of eyes spill or how tightly my armssqueeze and fingers curl and trembling crawls across thesurface of my skin.  No matter how fidgety your hands get orlost your breath may be because I might not have the maps and Imight have lost the compass but we’re never going to stoptraveling and we’ll be lost and stay lost and live lost aslong as it’s together we’ll be.  What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

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    tylerknott:

    Typewriter Series #412Β by Tyler Knott Gregson

    Text for Tired Eyes:

    What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for all
    things and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bones
    that’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats,
    wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of the
    whispers and longings and letters tied to letters hooked to
    sentences that anchor themselves to my tongue and threaten
    to leap the moment I open my mouth but find themselves lost in
    the darkness when I close it again, and by again I mean always
    and so the words must absorb themselves back into my tongue
    and follow the dirt roads of my veins and climb the long
    ladder of my spine back to my mind to rest awhile. Rest until
    they can come out of my fingertips and say all I could not
    when my mouth slammed shut and was silenced by my shaking and
    by shaking I mean the trembling that comes without warning
    and starts in my chest and pulls tight my arms across my body and
    curls my fingers upon themselves and pulls the curtains down
    over my eyes and by eyes I mean the little green planets living
    on my face that might just be more than 70% water and seem to
    be fond of sharing that water with my cheeks and lips the
    collars of my shirts and the tiny part of my throat that feels
    hollow.
    And by hollow I mean not empty but filled with nothing because
    you and I both know that nothing is absolutely something
    especially with it’s the silent shared string that ties two
    lives together and by together I mean intertwined and wrapped
    around each other like a rope, where when you hold it you
    forget it’s made of tiny threads and you think of it as one,
    just one.
    What if I was more for you, what if by more I meant everything
    and by everything I mean the things you’ve dreamed of and by
    dreams I mean the things that live so deep inside your hope
    that not even the waking parts of you that control where your
    feet carry you or how your hands fidget when they carry nerves
    instead of calm underneath the lines on your palm see and by palm
    I mean the place my hand will fit or the surface you will use
    if ever I need to be slapped or the source of the force of the
    push you’ll give when it’s a push forward I need and by need,
    my goodness by need I mean the absolute and certified requirement, the
    unwavering and nonnegotiable and no ifs ands or buts about it
    place you must occupy in my life no matter what the tides drag
    in or what the sea pulls back out and no matter how much water
    my little green planets of eyes spill or how tightly my arms
    squeeze and fingers curl and trembling crawls across the
    surface of my skin.Β  No matter how fidgety your hands get or
    lost your breath may be because I might not have the maps and I
    might have lost the compass but we’re never going to stop
    traveling and we’ll be lost and stay lost and live lost as
    long as it’s together we’ll be.Β 
    What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

    πŸ˜”β€πŸ‘‘

    Source: tylerknott.com
    • 5 days ago
    • 1102 notes
  • β€œIf I’m an island
    then will you brave the waters
    and sail home to me?”
    — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

    Home. ❀

    (via tylerknott)

    Source: tylerknott.com
    • 5 days ago
    • 1958 notes
  • 😊❀

    😊❀

    Source: soothing-simplicity
    • 5 days ago
    • 142 notes
  • littlemissabnormal:

9GAG - Imagine the background music by youself on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/10spgeB

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    littlemissabnormal:

    9GAG - Imagine the background music by youself on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/10spgeB

    πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚can’t handle it

    Source: littlemissabnormal
    • 5 days ago
    • 13 notes
  • surprise-adoption:

    sailor disney

    by drachea rannak

    some more picture via buzzfeed

    I am dying !!

    Source: drachearannak-fc.deviantart.com
    • 5 days ago
    • 31 notes
  • β€œIs it me you love
    or the me you want to see,
    the me I’m not yet?”
    — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

    (via tylerknott)

    Source: tylerknott.com
    • 1 week ago
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