This is an original poem that I wrote. Hope you guys like and use it!
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
- (via 17und)
I couldn’t stop looking at her, didn’t want to blink. She was wicked looking—shiny black hair that hung down over the curve of slender hips, drooping lashes, partly raised, no Raggedy Ann doll. The sight of her made me high. All that and her voice. It was a voice that drove out bad spirits. It was like she’d come down from another planet.
- Bob Dylan on Joan Baez (via joanchandosbaez)