Typewriter Series #1262 by Tyler Knott Gregson*All The Words Are Yours, is available for Pre-Sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound , Books-A-Million , or iBookstore! **This poem is for the amazing @krochetkids as they raise money for women in Uganda and Peru by selling amazing products handmade By the women they help.  They are wonderful and they need our support in their #knowwhomadeit campaign.  Go.  Shop.  Donate.  Please.*

Typewriter Series #1262 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*All The Words Are Yours, is available for Pre-Sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound , Books-A-Million , or iBookstore! *

*This poem is for the amazing @krochetkids as they raise money for women in Uganda and Peru by selling amazing products handmade By the women they help.  They are wonderful and they need our support in their #knowwhomadeit campaign.  Go.  Shop.  Donate.  Please.*

3 hours ago / 115 notes
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Today is World Suicide Prevention Day, and once again I’m pairing up with @TWLOHA to help spread awareness, help raise money, and help make a change for such a devastating and heartbreaking thing.  There is always a reason to wake up tomorrow, there is always a reason to keep fighting.  If you can’t see it, if you can’t feel it, please, never be afraid to reach out and ask for help.  Go follow @TWLOHA , shop, buy the Prevention Pack, reach out to people that are hurting.  Help.  We need you, all of us do, so please, keep fighting.  There is so much more light to chase.

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day, and once again I’m pairing up with @TWLOHA to help spread awareness, help raise money, and help make a change for such a devastating and heartbreaking thing.  There is always a reason to wake up tomorrow, there is always a reason to keep fighting.  If you can’t see it, if you can’t feel it, please, never be afraid to reach out and ask for help.  Go follow @TWLOHA , shop, buy the Prevention Pack, reach out to people that are hurting.  Help. 

We need you, all of us do, so please, keep fighting.  There is so much more light to chase.

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8 hours ago / 345 notes
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If it walks, if it swims, if it crawls, flies, slithers, or wiggles, if it grows, if it seeks out sun, breathes in darkness, or wanders around the sea floor, I will love it. If it inspires awe, or injects terror into your blood, if it makes your skin goosebump in appreciation or your spine tingle with fear, if it cuddles or creeps, if it lives inside soft fur or a hard shell, feathers or scales, leaves or hair, I will stop in fascination and wonder, deep respect and love. If it breathes, beats, or grows, I will wish to hold it in my hands, feel it in my fingers, and lend my energy to its. Always. Always. #tylerknott

If it walks, if it swims, if it crawls, flies, slithers, or wiggles, if it grows, if it seeks out sun, breathes in darkness, or wanders around the sea floor, I will love it. If it inspires awe, or injects terror into your blood, if it makes your skin goosebump in appreciation or your spine tingle with fear, if it cuddles or creeps, if it lives inside soft fur or a hard shell, feathers or scales, leaves or hair, I will stop in fascination and wonder, deep respect and love. If it breathes, beats, or grows, I will wish to hold it in my hands, feel it in my fingers, and lend my energy to its. Always. Always.
#tylerknott

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10 hours ago / 222 notes
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“Love, is tables filled, ovens baking and a full refrigerator.” — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson *My friend @nap_thyme challenged me to write a haiku that ended in “refrigerator” that wasn’t the famous funny one, but something that meant something to me. This is my attempt.*

“Love, is tables filled,
ovens baking and a full
refrigerator.”
—
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

*My friend @nap_thyme challenged me to write a haiku that ended in “refrigerator” that wasn’t the famous funny one, but something that meant something to me. This is my attempt.*

(Source: TylerKnott.com)

21 hours ago / 204 notes
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Head first into the golden months, the chill that rises and nudges out the heat. The rattling leaves singing dying songs, their final flights before disappearing into the sounds beneath boots, beneath wheels. Find me in the fading light, the shortening days, the colder night.

Head first into the golden months, the chill that rises and nudges out the heat. The rattling leaves singing dying songs, their final flights before disappearing into the sounds beneath boots, beneath wheels. Find me in the fading light, the shortening days, the colder night.

(Source: TylerKnott.com)

1 day ago / 412 notes
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Boot heels on gravel, on wood. The walking feet carrying me through long grass, over asphalt and dirt. I will trust you, follow you, and remember the textures you find beneath your soles. Show me the secrets long hidden, take me to the unbeaten parts of the paths. I am ready. I have always been.

Boot heels on gravel, on wood. The walking feet carrying me through long grass, over asphalt and dirt. I will trust you, follow you, and remember the textures you find beneath your soles. Show me the secrets long hidden, take me to the unbeaten parts of the paths. I am ready. I have always been.

(Source: TylerKnott.com)

2 days ago / 127 notes
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