What your eyes could not see
Mine were able
What your hands could not feel
My heart was capable
Strength you thirst for
Extending my arms to wet and quench
Your pillar, myself I present
Still your idea of love is content
Hence your chin has never moved an inch high since we met
You came to me weak, unsure
How does one knock on your door turning feelings abhor
- Wayne Cook
Happy Independence Day!
Tumblr, in one image.
I’m going running
"Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."
— Bruce Lee
"Invisible threads are the strongest ties."
Finnish Girl Nails What Languages Sound Like to Non-Native Speakers
I can listen to this all-day-long. How come when it comes to the US…well…nm.