We all yearn for elements of the future or past but can never quite be satified with things in the present. This blog is my view on the better things in life; exposing snapshots of the elements that helped form my being.
I enjoy my country music. I am a hopeless romantic. I take scenic photos. I write poetry. I love the outdoors. And all i am is for my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. My name is Devin Gustav Tauber. I am 18. I am a Electronics Engineering student. And this is my blog. Feel free to drop by my ask box, I would love to chat anytime. My own original poetry is listen under the "Spilled Ink" page. Thank you for visiting
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Apologies
I am sorry for the lack of postings fellow tumblrino’s, with this full time job I find it hard to get any tumblr in edge-wise. It’s a wakeup-eat-work-sleep cycle right now. On my days off I will try to queue as much as I can as to space it out for a week. Thank you for your understanding
Devin T.
A blank page
Is the best poetry
I could ever
Hope to produce
(Source: staypozitive)
Mike Frawley: Between The Tears
A child’s cry reaches out to God
filled with doubt, is anyone thereFeeling the frigid touch of sadness
overwhelmed with lonely despairWalking alone on a windswept morn
can they see my eyes are glisteningTalking to myself or talking to God
does it really matter if no one’s listeningLacking…
pointless
we keep
washing off
dirt that
we’ll end up
wearing for
eternityall the while
burying emotions
inside our
hearts
and words
in our mindsthat we lose
immediately
after living
is over
we snuggled and slumbered
beneath a big sea of blankets
and got lost in the waves,
waking up to a parade
of raindrops on grey streets.
and then i noticed that your heartbeat fell just the same.
(Source: citysuture)
Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains. Surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breathe in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
Les Discrets - L’ Échappée (via polymaniac)
(Source: heathenwoods)
diploid
flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
i’m only half complete.
i need someone to join me
and combine their half with mine.
as it stands, i cannot exist on my own.
i am incomplete, i am inhuman.
please, share your half with me
so that may become diploid.
please, share with me
so that i may become human.
Long Distance
I think the reason we fell apart
was not the distance of our homes,
but the distance of my heart.
There are two way of spreading light….
To be the candle…or to be the mirror
Edith Wharton (via stutteringwords)
