Come my son, let me show you the world,
Gaze upward now, only you can have the sky.
Live life in peace, my son, with fists unfurled,
Someday you’ll learn that everyone dies;
Whispers are whispered and dreams are undone.
Run free, let youth be rampart in the rye
Let your lavender kites block the caramel sun.

 

look, nick, its the aurora boreanaz

look, nick, its the aurora boreanaz

She has a shy smile, like she’s not sure if she’s giving too much away.

Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing its stupid.

Albert Einstein (via alyseinwonderland)

Cuadrar

Bathed in red,

I have no acero in hand.

Naked to the armadura,

but I will ride el toro.

Bravo means wild,

whether they whisper

or yell it.