I Wrote Down My World for You.


Trying to learn how to navigate this world with grace and grow older with style.

“I don’t believe in anything but myself
But then you opened up a door, you opened up a door
Now I start to believe in something else.

And so it goes, this soldier knows
The battle with the heart isn’t easily won
And so it goes, this soldier knows
The battle with the heart isn’t easily won
But it can be won.”

—   “Soldier”—Ingrid Michaelson
Lucky to have friends like @snemily21 in my life. Thank you for the letter, picture, & love. :)





And the church said?



I hear a choir humming.. *raises hands to the air*

(via forever-the-optimist)

more slo-mo jammf shots please

In which Scottish men play aggressively masculine violent field hockey. Excellent.

(Source: jackdonaghy, via outlander-starz)

“Last night was that dream
again: me and Jesus
pulling nails out of our feet
at the lip of the Mississippi
Delta. Somewhere, Coretta
is calling for Martin
to come down from a sycamore.
He’s just a boy, here, but
he weeps and the sky
is ripped at the belly.”

—   Sasha Banks, “Sasha Fells the Wildwood,” published in B O D Y (via bostonpoetryslam)

(via backshelfpoet)

(Source: cosy-fall, via fey-dreamer)

Claire falling over Jamie (requested by batmanuelneuer)

Or as Diana Gabaldon referred to this: “Jamie as world’s sexiest speed bump.”

(Source: outlander-starz)

“The subject of the poem usually dictates the rhythm or the rhyme and its form. Sometimes, when you finish the poem and you think the poem is finished, the poem says, “You’re not finished with me yet,” and you have to go back and revise, and you may have another poem altogether. It has its own life to live.”