treespeech:

“Hot steam from the ground (due to Iceland’s geothermal activity) encountering freezing temperatures on the surface sometimes forms dramatic ice sculptures.”

This is one of the many reasons I must live in Iceland.

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I count the hours
I count the days

Till my powers return
and I make my escape 

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God made cotton, and He saw that it was good.

I’ve been extremely busy with school. Too busy to be inspired. You may follow my personal blog, if you wish to understand! It’s in the click-through link. {RestlessReverberation.tumblr.com}

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These sheets would be defiled if you’d left them folded

Ya know, the url of my blog has the word poetry in it, right?

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bonjourtyty:

foto: cardíacos (ardíamos) (by jordiciurana)

When you left your mark on my shoulder
I swear, it’s like a ball&chain; it’s like I’m tied to a boulder

The incense keeps the devils out,
But what about the angels?

When our four letter word is heavy in our minds
It’s scent is heaven, yes, it’s quite divine
but our three letter word is loose in our breath,
and I’m afraid it’s hard to find
Every night you come, and I chase your smoke
I feel the thought, but I begin to choke 

where’d I put my noose rope?
the birds sing in the sky, their plans to elope… 

― “As for me, all I know is that I know nothing.”