ninety-two:

(via dirtyprettything)

44oz:

Honey and Sorrow by *lostsoulx44

lylaandblu:

Theodore Roosevelt

hunsonisgroovy:

kari-shma:

(via alexa.)

(via kari-shma)

“Voices come crying out of the cracked cores of ripened fruit
and also from crows’ nests nestled in the crotches of tree limbs.
The buggy bounces like a small boat on a wide river.
I examine in the trees’ fragrance the poems I left unfinished
and, regretting having cursed the black cawing of the crows,
I apologize to everything on earth.”