This isn’t the city of tomorrow
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder;
It’s the wake of the water
The palm we take for every time we change our minds
The flash of skin seen through the leaves of anxious trees
The summer’s touch just above the knee
Its architecture and mounting peaks
And places dwelled upon by those
Who climb much higher than me
It’s so many miles compiled
Into books of maps
And men with hands
And the impenetrable truth
That someday we will all get old.
my writing style could best be described as “probably more commas than is entirely necessary”
Every DreamWorks Character→ Tulio [The Road to El Dorado]
Tulio, you worry to much.
Slept on the roof with my best friend. Watched a sky full of stars at night and woke up to the sun rising over the ocean. Such an amazing weekend.
Today at uni: Plant Physiology, sinus headaches, and white chocolate caramel mocha (at Humboldt State University)