If not jazz, then what is hot tea?

a ramble, with a possible melody or two.
~ Friday, July 15 ~
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tattoosforpassionnotfashion:

Writing - What you gonna do with your tattoos when you’re getting old?

tattoosforpassionnotfashion:

Writing - What you gonna do with your tattoos when you’re getting old?


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moleskinelovers:

pressthepig.tumblr.com

moleskinelovers:

pressthepig.tumblr.com


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~ Tuesday, June 21 ~
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freeindie:

Street Beats

freeindie:

Street Beats

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~ Sunday, June 19 ~
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Natural Love (We await the sun in the a.m)

I see you in slow motion, how your surrounding scenery is blurred. You’ve caught my breath like a butterfly in a net, and i feel so awkward, so absurd. I can’t get a grip on my own feelings. Yet we move together like clockwork, with seconds ticking you inch a bit closer. My love flourishes for you. It burns.

There’s a still-frame of you in my mind, and for now it’ll have to do. For you’re not by my side, no you’re not by my side.

and nothing compares, to what you bring, your presence alone in the morning, when the birds begin to sing, to peculiar beats, that we have measured all of our lives, oh its just as natural for me to love you.

I can’t stand the barrage of thought, telling me that i cannot, that i cannot lose you. And i know that i cannot control your flow, but i fear that i have become… an addict for your love.

Can you tell me why? when i meet your glance, when we collide our eyes, do i feel as if i’m knee deep within concrete? When you’re not around, I am lost and not found, No! how i hate to have to shun my love. After all it is your absence from which my aching is coming from.

There’s a still-frame of you in my mind, and for now it’ll have to do. For you’re not by my side, no you’re not by my side.

and nothing compares, to what you bring, your presence alone in the morning, when the birds begin to sing, to peculiar beats, that we have measured all of our lives, oh its just as natural for me to love you.

Natural Love - Kyle Forness

Solace Found in Our Bound Shadows. <3


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