Armchair Oxford Scholar

meggielynne:

The Wine We Drink || Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors

mostlyfiction:

When I wrote a poem for you,
you didn’t read it.
It meant nothing to you,
but it meant everything to me
because those words
were my words, and the meaning
was my meaning,
and the way I loved you
was the only way
that I knew how to be brave.