I can't keep track of each fallen robins.


ā€œI bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean But I shall be good health to you nonetheless And filter and fibre your blood.ā€ - Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"


Bye Tumblr I’m going to Counterpoint now be jealous

Posted ā†’ Thursday September 27th, 2012 at 3:00pm - 5 notes
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