tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #61 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #61 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.
Eckhart Tolle (via starsrising)

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“They were careless people - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

Loved this movie

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thereluctantrawfoodist:

Change starts here x

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Change starts here x

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #55 by Tyler Knott Gregson
How would you like me to tell you? How would you like me to explainwhen I try to describe to you howmuch I want you? Do I say it withwords, or with long sighs out of mytired lungs? Do I whisper it orscream it across the space that shouldnot be separating us any longer?Do I kneel down and with hands claspedtogether phrase it as a question thatbegins with ‘will’ and ends softlywith ‘stay here forever,’ the ‘you’choked out in between the two halves.Do I type it or carve it intomy skin so the blood can show you andthe scar forever remind you? Do Ibeg or do I swallow it all and hopethat you know the way to see into mychest, the letters white like bonesin the x-ray of how I am feeling?Do I sink or do I swim? Which wouldshow you more, if sinking demandsbravery and swimming requires folly?Tell me how to tell you and thetelling will be told.-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #55 by Tyler Knott Gregson

How would you like me to tell you?
How would you like me to explain
when I try to describe to you how
much I want you? Do I say it with
words, or with long sighs out of my
tired lungs? Do I whisper it or
scream it across the space that should
not be separating us any longer?
Do I kneel down and with hands clasped
together phrase it as a question that
begins with ‘will’ and ends softly
with ‘stay here forever,’ the ‘you’
choked out in between the two halves.
Do I type it or carve it into
my skin so the blood can show you and
the scar forever remind you? Do I
beg or do I swallow it all and hope
that you know the way to see into my
chest, the letters white like bones
in the x-ray of how I am feeling?
Do I sink or do I swim? Which would
show you more, if sinking demands
bravery and swimming requires folly?
Tell me how to tell you and the
telling will be told.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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