Words pierce like the blade of a knife
swift blows to the heart
slowly disembodied, destroying
unaware of our ultimatums and expectations
We build walls with our words
seeking to conquer and unknowingly divide
but words were gifted with a greater purpose
built on the foundations of love
a torn Berlin of understanding
Words to rebuild, strengthen, empower
Words to live, breathe, and feel
knives to feed, shelter, protect-
blunt with peace
used to carry the legacy of wisdom
(October 27, 2007)
One of his many “surprises”: homemade dinner of spaghetti, gouda cheese and tomato with balsamic vinegar and olive oil salad, sourdough frenchette bread, and red wine.
Complete with blue-green Christmas lights, candles, and a view of the city.
Mmmm. BEST boyfriend ever. <3
Serious nerdgasm.
Star Wars vs. Star Trek
Beaaautiful. I need to find a real one.
(Source: electric-voltage, via prettyyywingsss)
Silent Monks Singing Hallelujah. Cute stuff.
Thank you, Dr. Mead. Thanks to you, I think these things are uber cool now.