Of Metaphysical Origins

A metaphysicist attempts to clarify and explain the nature of being and in turn, the world that encompasses it.
I am not one these people.

Gotta love Earth!

No, seriously, we have no choice, we have nothing else, so let’s treat it well. 

And it’s so beautiful how can you not love it. There is so much to love about it. Imagine Earth was singing Beyonces’ song ‘Why Don’t you Love me’… hilarious, but rings true. (Another point in case that one can refer to Beyonce whenever they so wish, haha!) 

tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

Got bitten by a dog

on my run this morning. People, if your dog is wary or aggressive towards strangers please keep your gate shut or your dog tied up. I know it’s not nice to have your dog tied up all day, but if they’re going to go running out at anyone who passes and then bite them, please just keep them under control. It’s really not fair, especially when it is unprovoked and that person is already anxious around dogs. 

Now I have to go get an injection… for fuck sake.

“You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.”

—   Daniel Franzese (via hardcore)

(Source: durianquotes, via shelbydeeeee)

“All I really want
is to roll over to you
and tell you my dreams.”

Would you come over

and lounge in the sun

let its rays 

bathe our skin

in its glorious love.

We can lie on the grass

a soft bed of lush

so gentle, hope

looks down from above.

Get Your Sexy On

Lovestarrs