Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

30 places I’d love to see in person in 30 days
Day 1 - Blue Caves (Greece)

30 places I’d love to see in person in 30 days

Day 1 - Blue Caves (Greece)

party like an mvp, call me dirk nowitzki 

party like an mvp, call me dirk nowitzki 

i’m back, bitches

and with a vengeance, here to tear tumblr up. or try to, at least.

there are two things in life that turn my insides to goo and make me believe i am capable of feeling affection. one of those things: babies.