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tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots
and I am bent from the wind,
I am all alone once again,
will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry 
and snapped from the storm,
Without all your sunlight,
will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,
I’ll ask not when or why,
I’ll wrap snug to your rocks
I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots
and I am bent from the wind,
I am all alone once again,
will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry
and snapped from the storm,
Without all your sunlight,
will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,
I’ll ask not when or why,
I’ll wrap snug to your rocks
I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

hopeful-melancholy:

Palestinian lady collects gas bombs fired by Israeli army. She grows flowers in these bombs.

(via nekrolady)

3:18 am

Supongo que hay alguna razón por la cual me despierto a esta hora; esa razón de sentarme a pensar en ti, en un nosotros ambiguo, en que te amo.
Pensar que quisiera despertar a esta hora pero a tu lado, para verte dormir, verte mover la boca, escucharte balbucear y sumergirme en la cantidad de hermosos detalles de tu belleza; buenas noches bonita.


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