dictionary.com word of the day: primaveral \prahy-muh-VEER-uhl, adjective: of, in, or pertaining to the early springtime.
musty (by pprhdgs)
“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})
“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)
“…And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten...”
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
Delicateness (by yoshiko314)
— Rainer Maria Rilke (via spycnsweet)
“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)
matchbox and contents (by Trevira)
“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