"Love says: I’ve seen the ugly parts of you, and I’m staying."
— Matt Chandler (via glitterandrecovery)
(via ohcardigan)
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: Spring Morning
Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones,…
the person who wrote this was in colorado…i’m sure of it