sometimes i read a phrase in a poem or a story or i see the clouds amble in the sky traced by sunlight or i hear a specific combination of notes on a piano and i just get so overwhelmed with a really specific feeling that i can't really name but i know that this feeling is so human and so tender at its core and that i am a tiny little part of a world so delightfully rich with sensations and i exist to experience this very feeling because it stems from the pure human love for coexistence with the world
by ashlypic
That’s it, the Professor is truly the King of Sass
one who speaks of
such that is different from their actions
is an idiot,
to entertain the notion
of facing you.
Why?
Who are you?
"To define is to limit," you say,
a smirk dancing on your lips.
It is because you know who you are, that you need someone to find out who that is.
For that is what it is
to be worthy of you.
Leonardo da Vinci sketches x
“It isn’t Spring until you can plant your foot on twelve daisies.”
- Cambridgeshire Saying
Source: Botanical Folktales of Britain and Ireland