Springtime Jumper

Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home, son

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. W.B. Yeats (via girlinlondon)

justenoughisplenty:

On the tracks of the sawmill railroad, a young boy and his dog steal a sunbeam or two from the eternal summer of boyhood.
National Geographic - August, 1974

justenoughisplenty:

On the tracks of the sawmill railroad, a young boy and his dog steal a sunbeam or two from the eternal summer of boyhood.

National Geographic - August, 1974

(via thegeneralmerchant)

1 day ago

Light clarity avocado salad in the morning
after all the terrible things I do how amazing it is
to find forgiveness and love, not even forgiveness
since what is done is done and forgiveness isn’t love

and love is love nothing can ever go wrong
though things can get irritating boring and dispensable
(in the imagination) but not really for love
though a block away you feel distant the mere presence
changes everything like a chemical dropped on a paper
and all thoughts disappear in a strange quiet excitement
I am sure of nothing but this, intensified by breathing

Poem, by Frank O’ Hara