wordisdrawn:

dictionary.com word of the day: primaveral \prahy-muh-VEER-uhl, adjective: of, in, or pertaining to the early springtime.

wordisdrawn:

dictionary.com word of the day: primaveral \prahy-muh-VEER-uhl, adjective: of, in, or pertaining to the early springtime.


"Open your eyes the sky is full of butterfliesThe blossoms on the trees stir up the honey bees..”
— Spring Fever, Elvis Presley (Bill Giant, Bernie Baum, and Florence Kaye)


Butterflies (by docjabagat)

"Open your eyes the sky is full of butterflies
The blossoms on the trees stir up the honey bees..”

Spring Fever, Elvis Presley (Bill Giant, Bernie Baum, and Florence Kaye)

Butterflies (by docjabagat)

sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the blossoming) lovers go and lovers come awandering awondering but any two are perfectly alone there’s nobody else alive (such a sky and such a sun i never knew and neither did you and everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of yes) not a tree can count his leaves each herself by opening but shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing (secretly adoring shyly tiny winging darting floating merry in the blossoming always joyful selves are singing) sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love — e.e. cummings

I bought a ticket to the world (processed with free ACR / LR presets) (by [ r ♥ c e y t ♥ y ] {I br♥ke for bokeh})

sweet spring is your 
time is my time is our 
time for springtime is lovetime 
and viva sweet love 

(all the merry little birds are 
flying in the floating in the 
very spirits singing in 
are winging in the blossoming) 

lovers go and lovers come 
awandering awondering 
but any two are perfectly 
alone there’s nobody else alive 

(such a sky and such a sun 
i never knew and neither did you 
and everybody never breathed 
quite so many kinds of yes) 

not a tree can count his leaves 
each herself by opening 
but shining who by thousands mean 
only one amazing thing 

(secretly adoring shyly 
tiny winging darting floating 
merry in the blossoming 
always joyful selves are singing) 

sweet spring is your 
time is my time is our 
time for springtime is lovetime 
and viva sweet love 
— e.e. cummings

I bought a ticket to the world (processed with free ACR / LR presets) (by [ r ♥ c e y t ♥ y ] {I br♥ke for bokeh})

"In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—” — William Shakespeare

Butterfly (by JohnnyDslr)

"In springtime, the only pretty ring time 
Birds sing, hey ding 
A-ding, a-ding 
Sweet lovers love the spring—” 
— William Shakespeare

Butterfly (by JohnnyDslr)

"Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over. Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush." — Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunny afternoon (by irene gr)

"Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over. Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush." — Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunny afternoon (by irene gr)



"…And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten...”
— Algernon Charles Swinburne



Delicateness (by yoshiko314)

"…And time remembered is grief forgotten,

And frosts are slain and flowers begotten...”

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

Delicateness (by yoshiko314)

"Prune these alleged friends ruthlessly from your life. You need all the positive reinforcement you can get. You need friends who think you’re fabulous, an angel in human shape, and a breath of springtime." — Cynthia Heimel 

Spring feelings (by Kristin Sig)

"Prune these alleged friends ruthlessly from your life. You need all the positive reinforcement you can get. You need friends who think you’re fabulous, an angel in human shape, and a breath of springtime." — Cynthia Heimel 

Spring feelings (by Kristin Sig)

"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again." — Suzanne Collins

"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again." 
— Suzanne Collins