y m u t a t e: Those Winter Sundays BY ROBERT HAYDEN →

ymutate:

for my dad and your father too on this winter Sunday. As a bonus here is a link to Robert Hayden reading the poem.

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Sundays too my father got up early

and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,

then with cracked hands that ached

from labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires…

encantadaa:

This is pleasing.

(Source: 1ucasvb)

To be conscious that
you are ignorant is a great step
to knowledge

Benjamin Disraeli

<3

kind of sad

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/how-to-fall-in-love-with-the-wrong-person/

dahliaeyes:

Reversed roles.

(via daisyhaan)

aint neva heard a voice like dis

beautiful