From a Detroit Son Rising:

Years and some odd months ago a man loved a woman. A son was born. He learned to walk, then talk, then question, then answer. He learned to love himself, then he learned to love others. Among other things - he learned to read, write, sing, make friends, travel, cook, fuck, and how to let everything go. These are things he likes...

Anonymous asked: Oh dear God you are not from Detroit, don't pretend. Also, stop clicking those fucking links. Tumblr is NOT giving away free iPhones.

Hm, I certainly was raised in Grosse Pointe (if this is your issue), I don’t deny that. But the fact is; I was born in Detroit, and the city is very much a part of my family history. I’m not pretending. Also, I’m wondering who is so bitter towards me to write a message like yours.

As for the ‘fucking links’ I never thought Tumblr was giving away free iPhones, I think I may have reblogged a virus or something by accident, I wouldn’t pretend I was super computer savvy either.

So I guess the only pertinent matter, is the question: who are you and why don’t you have a shred of courage to identify yourself if you’re going to be so cold to me? Think about these things, grow up, and don’t harass me like that. And as a sidenote, I’m not telling you to do these things for me, do them for yourself, you clearly need to work on your character. Thanks for your ‘question’!

What’re you doing later? Because I was thinking I could steal you a red horse and we could run away together, forever.

What’re you doing later? Because I was thinking I could steal you a red horse and we could run away together, forever.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

—Pablo Neruda (via infinitives)

I couldn’t recall the last time a poem made me cry. Now I can.

fvckyeahkvlt:

AHAHAHAHA oh wait…

I’m so proud to reblog this!!!

fvckyeahkvlt:

AHAHAHAHA oh wait…

I’m so proud to reblog this!!!

brain-food:

A school girl wrote to Einstein in 1936 and asked, “Do scientists pray?” This was his reply. (via)

brain-food:

A school girl wrote to Einstein in 1936 and asked, “Do scientists pray?” This was his reply. (via)