Love all, Trust few
"A life spent waiting
or a life filled with stories.
The choice remains yours." - Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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Typewriter Series #690 by Tyler Knott Gregson
There will come a time, a day, a moment when words are not enough.When the letters hooking to other letters and tying themselvesto each other, the trains of vowels and consonants chasing each otherout of my mouth just won’t do justice to the avalanche that you’restruggling through.If this is that day, if these are those moments I will not speak,but I have no choice but to leave you with these attempts, as futileas they might be, for words are all I have to offerand the only currency I believe in:This is not, and never will be, a goodbye. You should not, and never canhold onto the should haves or could haves or why didn’t I’s.The time will come, I promise you, for us all to stop wearing these bodiesatop these souls.  The time of taking one long, full and deep breathin through these lungs only to exhale it out through brand new lips.The last light we will ever see through these perfect and beautiful eyeswill be the first light, the exact same and blindingly gorgeous firstlight that filters through new irises and shocks our tiny pupilsbefore we blink. What a gift every single day in between has always been.What a hauntingly painful and sublimely joyous gift to live, truly liveevery single day in between these firsts and yes, these lasts.Do not carry the weight of all you did not say, the times you did not makethe time or the excuses you made, because there is a secret you must know:Those that leave us, never do. They see us how we never could and how wewere always so scared to. When they go, bravely stepping into the first dayof their new lives, all they pack into the bags they choose to carry,are the memories that soothe their longing and and settle their aching bones.It is we, always we that carries the luggage of regret and burdens of doubtSomewhere, right this very second, they are beginning their journey backinto love. Somewhere, right this very instant, the first wobbly steps in theirsearch has begun again.  Somewhere, the only person that truly makes sense tothem, the only person to ever exist and exist exactly for them, is waiting. You will hurt.  You will cry and you will be scared. You will miss and longand ache and look for their fingerprints on the life you’re going to leadwithout them.  You will swear you heard, if only for an instant, the soundof their laughter or the timbre of their voice.  This is ok, and more thanthat, this is beautiful.  Hold onto the sadness you feel like a trophy.Hoist it high above your head and shout to the photo that is not being takenof you that you loved them, you will always love them and you are proudof the tears that roll down your face. They live inside the memories that giveshape to those tears and you must never apologize for your sorrow, nor yourjoy when it too returns to your days. These are the words for those that remain; for all of us and all of you thatare left scrambling and shaking and weeping tears of compassion and joy andconfusion.  These are words when words are not enough.  I say them because Imust say them, because words are all I have to offer besides my shoulder andmy hands and my belief that this is not and never will be goodbye.Today is and always has been such a perfect day to say goodbye,and to once again, say Hello.-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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Funny how inanimate objects can, after years and memories touch them with their magic fingers, begin to take on a life of their own. Mt. Helena, for me, has reminded me of home all my life and I love watching her change, and shift, and sometimes, blush. 

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"I want the freedom
of simple acts of loving
without fear of eyes." - Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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Typewriter Series #692 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"Don’t waste all of this
on a future you can’t hold,
spend your time on me." - Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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If your branches are bare, if your bark is peeling, if your leaves have abandoned and your roots are thirsty, still you can stretch. Still you can reach. Reach. 

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Typewriter Series #697 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"When this all started
will never matter, only
that it will not end." - Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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ladymacmeth:

the sound of high heels on the pavement as you walk is the ultimate power trip, like you could be buying milk or on your way to assassinate someone

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suplush:

I hate when people make me cry with fresh make up ughhh
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