ever upward.

twas grace that brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home//

mountains & vegetarian food & laughter & poetry. My heroes are my childhood camp counselors, John Muir and Jesus Christ. I would rather sleep outside than anywhere else. I believe that the world is sometimes sad but that people are good. work hard & tell the ones you love you love them. xo, kyle
Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that we make sense?
- Rudy Francisco  (via saintofsass)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via saintofsass)


theoregonscout:

Crater Lake looking grand in a very smoky sunset.  PCT 2014.

dreaming west

onwardwolf:

“There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, every one of them sufficient.”

Marilynne Robinson // The Gilead

(via resolutewoman)


We are all bound up together. Thankful for the knotted string reminders that I always carry with me.

jump.


rudyfrancisco:

"Scars" can be found in my new chapbook, "Scratch" | Rudy Francisco

Scars

 

1.

If I could

I would nail these hands

to the edges of stars.

I would sacrifice

this body to the sky

hoping to resurrect as someone

spiteful enough

to not care this much about you.

 

2.

Staple me to a cross.

Pierce my side with a broken promise.

I will bleed all the crippled reasons

why you deserve one more chance.

 

3.

Loving you

was the last thing

I felt really good at.

 

4.

You want to know

how I got these scars?

I ripped every last piece of you

out of my smile. 

 

5.

I whispered you stardust.

6.

I spoke you into sunflowers. 

7.

I dipped my hands in forever,

touched you infinity.

Treated you as if you were

the last molecule of oxygen

inside of a gas chamber.

I was so good to you.

 

8.

You want to know

how I got these scars?

I swallowed my pride.

It clawed its way

out of my mouth. 

 

9.

I realized I was never

 really your boyfriend.

I was your hype man. 

10.

I hope your next boyfriend

gets smallpox.

10.

Yes, I said smallpox

10.

I hate you

10.

I miss you

10.

I love you

10.

I love you

10.

I love you

10.

It’s hard for me to count

when I get emotional.

10.

I heard 90% of human

interaction is nonverbal so….

 

 

 

 

10.

If I could

I would tie your arms to a daydream

and auction you off

to my fondest memories. 

I wrote this poem in

my own spinal fluid.

I put it on the backbone of a white flag

before you read it

you’ll already know I’ve given up.

I’ll keep you here.

Shackled to the most important

chapter of my life story,

pressed into the

basement of my eyelids

like liquid salvation

so I remember you beautiful.

With amazing underneath your wings

and an orchid smile.

 

You gorgeous earthquake.

 

You cracked hourglass

with sand spilling from behind your ribs.

You wasted my time.

 

How dare you linger on my lips

and then kiss me like a stuttering apology

with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth?

 

I still remember you

like a dream  tattooed to the inner walls

of a long term memory,

but some days I wonder if you existed at all. 

 

And of course,

you want know how I got these scars. 

I’ll tell you.

I got these scars

the day I fell in love with you.

 

I landed face first

rudy, slaying as always.