wooing the heart...

because what other way shall we live?
27 beverage containers in one vintage suitcase. Now that’s what I call “packing for college” (Taken with Instagram at Home)

27 beverage containers in one vintage suitcase. Now that’s what I call “packing for college” (Taken with Instagram at Home)

Promise me you wont run away

When i feel safer that doing it alone,

dont run away.

even though its a thousand miles

if my heart is the closest thing you’d have to home

dont run away.

When your definition of art

is the rhythm of our smiles

and the synchronization of our reggae voices

is your internal ringtone

dont run away.

And even though it feels like theres too much on the line

dont run away.

And when you realizeĀ 

you treat me like a vintner to his wine

slowly, carefully, truly investing his time

guaranteeing his product is labeled “fine”

dont sell me away.

take a sip.

rest in this commitment

this investment of time.

choose to stay.

when our eyes meet

tell me the story of your protection

rather than withdrawing to it.

run my way.

when you stretch out your arms

open them wide enough for my heart.

you’ll be surprised to find

together we might just

run away.

The seeker on the Irish team. It’s in our blood! Haha can’t believe this is my first time realizing this… Who knew (Taken with Instagram at HP)

The seeker on the Irish team. It’s in our blood! Haha can’t believe this is my first time realizing this… Who knew (Taken with Instagram at HP)

My soul grew up in southern California… The rest of me grew up in Phoenix. (Taken with Instagram at Pacific Beach )

My soul grew up in southern California… The rest of me grew up in Phoenix. (Taken with Instagram at Pacific Beach )

I have buried you
Every place I’ve been
You keep ending up
In my shaking hands

I have buried you
Every place I’ve been
You keep ending up
Every place I am

I have buried you
Every place I’ve been
You keep ending up
In my shaking hands

ben Howard

Poet: In The Distance

One of my very favorite poets.

This is the day I have chosen to
Lose myself upon the moor
I asked you to wait for me as you
Have always done knowing
I will return from my
Wanderings
What was it I saw this time in
Your eyes, fear?
Uncertainty
Yes of course, our lives have
Always been lived on
The event horizon
Like twin…

(via dovegreymornings-deactivated201)

Depth over distance every time, my dear
And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods
But it’s the roots that will bind us here
To the ground

Depth over distance was all I asked of you
And I may foolish to fall as I do
Still there’s strength in the blindness you fear
If you’re coming too
If you’re coming too

Hold on, wait until that long sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we’re on

Depth over distance was all I asked of you
And everybody round here’s acting like a stone
Still there’s things I’d do, darling, I’d go blind for you
If you let go sometimes, let it go sometimes, let it go
Just let it go sometimes

Hold on, wait until that long sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we’re on
Hold on, wait though we may be too young
To know this ride we’re on

Depth over distance every time, my dear,
And I may foolish to fall as I do
Still there’s strength in the blindness you fear
If you’re coming too
If you’re coming too

Hold on, wait until that long sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we’re on
To know this ride we’re on
To know this ride we’re on


Ben Howard

Poet: I Have Kept You Now

ninewhitetulips:

My darling dear one I have kept
You now for a lifetime in this
Constant chamber of mine
Life and death you breathe through
Me everyday

I have watched you walk the
Shores of your lifetime gathering
Meaningful remnants to cast
Mysterious mutterings left
Wondering

There is no meaning I hear…

(via dovegreymornings-deactivated201)