sleepy-kids:

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

!!!!

sleepy-kids:

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

!!!!

(via pikachokesondick)

I want to go to a restaurant with you.

Sit across the table from you,

tap my leg on the chair that you helped me in

and sneak a footsie with every sip of champagne.

I want to let you decide what my mouth must taste of later in the night,

I want you to remember the cherry on my teeth,

and I want to smell the smoke in the hollows of your breath.

Ask me to pass the salt to you and I’ll slide 

my fingers strategically beside your shivering fingers

just to feel your nervousness.

I want to wink slowly with each bite of creme 

and see your mouth pause for a little bit as you look at me.

Stop me while I speak 

with the tangyness in your lips

and I’ll wash it over with the chocolate you gifted me earlier in the evening.

Take me to a restaurant baby.

Today was the best Friday I’ve had in a while. I’m now in the third semester of Law School and I haven’t been more busy in my whole life. My routine suddenly screams of the most cliched nerd life - exams, research papers, presentations, zillion hours in the library, college nerdy clubs, law school mags and I’M DONE! I’ve been cribbing about how I would like one day to catch up to myself. It’s been exhausting honest to blog. 

Anyways, Today was good. Woke up after snoring for about 10 hours. So that’s 11 am. At 11:30 I end up with two beers in my hand and my laptop blaring Dylan because I’ve missed him so much. I turned on the fairy lights in my room and sat in a lowly dim lit room, with a beer and the music warmed the cold that I’ve been drowning myself in. Distance has been the genre of my life for the last three months. I like the winter and the cold and snuggling up to yourself and no one else. Today was so warm and I can’t describe the feeling.

The best thing about winter is when you wake up to a warm day in the cold months and you’ve never loved your skin more.