I am home and there are flowers in the trees
I am home and the mountains sleep under their misty blankets
I am home and the wind is a kiss upon my cheek
I am home I am home!
Let’s skip the tour and hide away in here.
It was a Sunday for walking, breathing, drinking, and green fields.
“Come, come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, idolater, worshiper of fire,
Come even though you have broken your vows a thousand times,
Come, and come yet again.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.”
(Source: arutsch)
i’ll be next to the raspberries
(Source: statementofporpoise)
“I take much pleasure in being alone, but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.”
Charles Bukowski
charles bukowski.
Typewriter Series #348 by Tyler Knott Gregson
(Source: tiredstarlings)
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