The Harry Lopez Story.
tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #470 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #470 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

There are a few inevitable things when it comes to me and my job…1) I will always chase and find the light, wherever it is and B) At some point, if there are kids there, I will be hanging out with them and playing whatever game they happen to be playing.  Always.

tylerknott:

There are a few inevitable things when it comes to me and my job…1) I will always chase and find the light, wherever it is and B) At some point, if there are kids there, I will be hanging out with them and playing whatever game they happen to be playing.  Always.

techedblog:

Monday signifies the start of a new week. Starting fresh, clean slate. Today let’s make school a real learning tool. Let’s learn new content, cool stuff and skills that will help students in their future. 
It’s Monday…Go get ‘em! 

techedblog:

Monday signifies the start of a new week. Starting fresh, clean slate. Today let’s make school a real learning tool. Let’s learn new content, cool stuff and skills that will help students in their future. 

It’s Monday…Go get ‘em! 

jenisicecreams:

In the kitchen: the J-Bar.

allthingseurope:

The Krimml Waterfalls, Austria (by alpenbild.de)

If I ever make it back to Austria, I am definitely hitting up these water falls. Ich liebe dich, Wien! 

allthingseurope:

The Krimml Waterfalls, Austria (by alpenbild.de)

If I ever make it back to Austria, I am definitely hitting up these water falls. Ich liebe dich, Wien! 

allthingseurope:

Drenthe, Netherlands (by anneke van dijk.)

papa will you please lead me down this beautiful path..

allthingseurope:

Drenthe, Netherlands (by anneke van dijk.)

papa will you please lead me down this beautiful path..

allthingseurope:

Dubrovnik, Croatia (by mariusz kluzniak)

i’ve been here!

allthingseurope:

Dubrovnik, Croatia (by mariusz kluzniak)

i’ve been here!

allthingseurope:

Bingley, England (by bingleyman2)

allthingseurope:

Bingley, England (by bingleyman2)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #433 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
In the endit’s the smallest of touches that move usin the biggest of wayslike an earthquake to the heartin the silent darkness at the closeof our days.It’s the slow reach of a tired footacross the empty spaces between us,the pull like leaves to light.The shock of electricity and the stolenbreath when you fall asleeptouching me in the night.In the endit’s the shared heat of unspoken momentsthe grace of skin on skinthe audible beat of your heartlike bass drums that fill with soundthe emptiness we hide ourselves in.It’s the desperate search for fingerprintsyou left behind on my fleshthe echoes of your fingers.The frantic attempt to bathe in youbecause we both know thatit’s scent alone that lingers.In the endit’s the glances and the grazes that change usin ways only we can seethe eyes that lock across crowded roomsthe wordless sighs that stop the shakingand calm our stormy seas.It’s the single kiss on a surprised neckand the pulse of life under lipsthe goosebumps that always stay.The roll of eyes and the inhalebecause it’s the smallest of touches that move usin the biggest way.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #433 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

In the end
it’s the smallest of touches that move us
in the biggest of ways
like an earthquake to the heart
in the silent darkness at the close
of our days.
It’s the slow reach of a tired foot
across the empty spaces between us,
the pull like leaves to light.
The shock of electricity and the stolen
breath when you fall asleep
touching me in the night.
In the end
it’s the shared heat of unspoken moments
the grace of skin on skin
the audible beat of your heart
like bass drums that fill with sound
the emptiness we hide ourselves in.
It’s the desperate search for fingerprints
you left behind on my flesh
the echoes of your fingers.
The frantic attempt to bathe in you
because we both know that
it’s scent alone that lingers.
In the end
it’s the glances and the grazes that change us
in ways only we can see
the eyes that lock across crowded rooms
the wordless sighs that stop the shaking
and calm our stormy seas.
It’s the single kiss on a surprised neck
and the pulse of life under lips
the goosebumps that always stay.
The roll of eyes and the inhale
because it’s the smallest of touches that move us
in the biggest way.

allthingseurope:

Chateau de Chantilly, France (by metroman8)

allthingseurope:

Chateau de Chantilly, France (by metroman8)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #398 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #398 by Tyler Knott Gregson

This silence will fall
and all that you never said
will smother my ears.