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imminent-nostalgia:

Let’s have hundreds and thousands of dollars in our bank account
and sleep on the side walks in the warm summer nights!
Let’s build a cabin some where in the mountains
And let it be filled with stacks among stacks of books
With a little nook for sleeping and reading
and a fire place for the winter
Let’s never buy food in a restaurant
But bond with the vendors from the farmers market
Let’s have a van room enough for friends
Using only for adventures like roadtrips
Let’s never buy cable or visit the cinema.
We can wait for the DVD or BoxSet.
Let’s live a life outside the norm
With fellow outcasts and like minded thinkers
In a hidden Utopia.
Let’s live a life we feel worth living.
Let’s…


(I want to come back to this, but this is what I want for my future. I really do It’s a little weirder than this but I guess the best way to but it is I feel like I belong in an asylum but i don’t feel crazy.)

A poem after my own heart. ❤ This is the life I strive for too.

    • #personal
    • #life
    • #adventure
    • #roadtrip
    • #summer
    • #freedom
    • #outcast
    • #alone
    • #together
    • #books
    • #woods
    • #cabin
    • #poetry
    • #reblogs
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lunchsackpoetry:

lance / by Kermit Mulkins
(via Poems for Maria’s Lunch Sacks)
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lunchsackpoetry:

lance / by Kermit Mulkins

(via Poems for Maria’s Lunch Sacks)

(via lunchsackpoetry)

    • #poetry
    • #lunchsack
    • #chivalry
    • #jousting
    • #knight
    • #artilove
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Cartographilia #2

tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #14 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Find me.Because I am lost here without you.Find me.Because no matter the joy I will feelin being found,it will not begin to compare withthe perfection you will experiencein doing the finding.Find me.Because you could aimlessly throwone million darts at dusty mapson creaking walls,but until you turn one aroundand force itthrough that tiny spacebetween your ribsand into the source of all yourboiling blood,you will never understandwhere I have alwaysbeen waiting.Find me.Find me.-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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Cartographilia #2

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #14 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Find me.
Because I am lost here without you.
Find me.
Because no matter the joy I will feel
in being found,
it will not begin to compare with
the perfection you will experience
in doing the finding.
Find me.
Because you could aimlessly throw
one million darts at dusty maps
on creaking walls,
but until you turn one around
and force it
through that tiny space
between your ribs
and into the source of all your
boiling blood,
you will never understand
where I have always
been waiting.

Find me.
Find me.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

    • #cartographilia
    • #poetry
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