31st May 2012
Reblogged From brokenbraindan
Notes: 32039
(Source: autumn-and-eve)
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
(Source: felinesandfemales)
hahaha, thank you so much! this is very nice of you! :)
ahaha, and that’s okay, I don’t really know the lyrics either!
hey.. you are loved and cared for. never forget ok. im proud of you. really proud
Hey Tumblr, let me tell you a little about you.
Early on, you felt much more mature than your age, and yet immature all the same. You always were the kind who wanted to sit at the adult table, learn big words to impress the big kids, excel past those who society says you…
Mom you are drunk
Mom no
she owes him a sock
(Source: hotrufftrade)
