These ephemeral thoughts
quiver amongst the fallen leaves,
wrapped in downy feathers,
held in dying grasses.
And the skeleton trees,
their leaves caught in evanescence,
dance with murmured songs of love,
their demure steps lightly trod.
She has always lived here,
never knowing languor or rest,
born from Terra’s soils,
raised on poets’ musings.
But now her auburn hair,
is laced with winter’s silver age,
and her late airy young voice
is a little coarser.
She recalls of younger days,
of becoming rose covered cheeks,
soaring blue skies kept warm,
young love aided in bliss.
Now ephemeral thoughts,
quiver amongst her fallen leaves.
Her pyrrhic being sighs,
she has lingered long enough.
She waves a final goodbye to Summer,
to the rolling lands of her home,
and welcomes Winter
with a toast.
one day, my tumblr will have a point
REBLOG AND SEE IF YOU GET A COLOR.
PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
YELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.
RED: I love you with a burning passion.
GREY: I wish we talk more and being friend
TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we’re met
PINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favourite
TEAL: We have a lot in common.
BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.
WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.
GREEN: I think you’re cute.
CORAL: I think you’re beautiful
BLACK: I would date you.
BROWN: I don’t like you.
Semi Transparent Lips & Nails (changes colour with your blog background - drag it!)
OH YMG OSH THIS IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED IT TO BE
This. Is bad ass.
Ohmygoodness, it looks so cool on my page!
omg ogmomg THIS IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED AT ALL
florals and skies
pause while I play ukulele and eat this ice cream, thanks
"I saved Latin. What did you ever do?" - Rushmore (1998)