May 2013
I really want an old typewriter.
iceepr1ncess:
literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone
omfg the poem i wrote last night about sex is 69 words long i’m dying
If there is one thing I would like to have accomplished by the time I lay on my death bed, I think it would be to change something for the better. I think, then, I could argue that my life has mattered enough; if someone or something has existed in an improved state because of something I did or said.
“We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From...”
– This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)
But this explains the 90s kids
(via thebbcisslowlykillingme)
“I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up,...”
– Louis CK (via tr0n-c4t)
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sex is not
phallic and yonic
passionate screams
and declarations of
false, burning love
sex is not
hungry desire
lurking in a cave
between spread-eagled
extremities
sex is
the sigh between your lips
and the subtle smile
that grows rarer
with each passing moment
sex is
the music of your laugh
and the soft touch
of your hair
and your gentle fingertips
sex is
the eternity of
unsung beauty.
i want to drown in apathy and suffocate on indifference.
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i live a life
undefined
wondering when words
will finally be penned
on these damned blank pages
and something or anything or everything
will begin.
i live a life
in shadow
and confinement
somewhere beyond sunshine
and the life it brings
i live a life
among rivers
streams, seas, and oceans
of tears and hatred
drowning in my own
self-inflicted misery
and i live a life
of...
FOR CHRIST’S SAKE LEARN HOW TO PUNCTUATE.
I am actually 100% the most pathetic human being on this planet.
