That One Crazy Chick

Just Lil' Ol' Me

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whatfreshhellisthis:

youneedacat:

miramoo56:

om i’m not one to post emotional lovey dovey stuff but this is just tooooo beautiful 

Wow I like that one.
For screenreader users it’s a poem, not attributed to anyone:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.  I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

This is a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

whatfreshhellisthis:

youneedacat:

miramoo56:

om i’m not one to post emotional lovey dovey stuff but this is just tooooo beautiful 

Wow I like that one.

For screenreader users it’s a poem, not attributed to anyone:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there.  I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

This is a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

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leonkumquat:

when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank

they’re married now

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