When I die, bury me in a poem In lines about love and the sound of rain Clothe me, not in white silk, but in sonnets Instead of flowers, leave rhymes at my grave I care not for a coffin made of oak and glass Lay my body under blankets of prose This, only this, can put my soul to rest When my feet point the way that tulips grow. When I die, bury me in a poem.
pavorst: I am allowed to love someone who I have never met. Even if I’ve never seen them before, I can yearn. I am allowed to love something more than skin. What I love most is a person’s thoughts. They mean more than anything.
letting it all go.
dwelling on tiniest thing, allowing regrets to take hold of my reality and now, is exhausting. i get this knot in my stomach, like the things I screwed up on is taking hold of my insides and twisting it - (graphic, i know, but you don’t know until you feel it) - it’s like they’re teaching me a lesson or something. yes, i do wish i can go into people’s minds and know how...
sometimes, all you really need is a smile :) so, :D
Dubsteppin’ through 304.
An interactive wedding invitation!
i can see how this can get really messy. fuckyeahweddingideas: sweepmeup: Fer and Nora’s awesome wedding invitation that gave instruction for guests to make their own little pop out shapes! Very fun! Amazing!