From the Ground Up

You’ll be missed. 

I am currently on the hunt for a comfortable Tank-top. Somehow, this is managing to be far more difficult than I expected. 

Once, I was a bastion. 
The world grew, by mere feet and seconds, before my horizon-less eyes. 
Under dew whispered treads, rooted new life and budded new color;
Around each chilled morning breath clung a new bird’s song;
Before each sun-kissed blink, a fresh world unfold. 
Once I was a bastion; alas, shorelines lend no footing for my cartography.

(via little-secret-garden)

No cell phone, for who knows how long. If you need to contact me, smoke signals are always an option. 

(via staircase-thoughts)

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