February 2012
178 posts
Lets trade nudes.
I’ll let you play your games until youre ready
A toast
After she broke up with me, i cuddled with this girl while we watched pocahontas and i fixed italian food for us
at 3 am
and then i fucked the shit out of her
and we cuddled until i had to leave
i felt more in those 9 hours than in those 5 months with _______.
I’m seeing her again this weekend, we adopted a baby duckling
named Bernie.
This world
is an empire, of death, of regrets, of shit and cigarettes.
Anonymous asked: you to but when are you going to come see me again
Smolder
For that one moment, its called life, but that’s all it is, though deep in bowels, it churns deceiving you and your future. You may think you’re safe, even feel invincible. One day, something will happen and make you realize you aren’t.
Just that kid that touched the stove one too many times.
Anonymous asked: Never
Anonymous asked: Oh but you have before
Anonymous asked: if i came off anon youd be like ew or sumthing.
Anonymous asked: i miss you.
I think
I might have received a total of 10 texts this entire weekend.
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Nothing in this world could stop me from believing you are beautiful.
YES →
Anonymous asked: how is your life fucked? :(
I wonder how many times you wrote hurtful things...
My whole life is fucked. I deserve it
Khalil
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart For the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes To flow from my every part turn into laughter
Brothel
I sat there in that chair nestled closely to the window of which i looked out down below to see the people leaving church and in that brothel i sat with the light burning my leg and the longer i sat, the stronger that desire lingered to be them those people free of conviction, well, at least that’s how i saw it before i turned back to you, my unholy temptress, a purple dress barely covering...
One mouth, Two ears.
What if the sun never rose to greet us, to give us warmth or to sing. We just lived and never prospered, we spoke in prose but refused to see. And no moon to light our way at night, no breath to see when we pretended we were smoking. But we could hear each other following life and its passive rhythm, that i think, would be a delight. Then at least people would listen.
2/25/2012
7:09 am
I’ve finished the days first cup of coffee in the glass striped white and red, and even though its gloomy outside and the suns rays, over the hills they barely rise Its amazingly beautiful. I hope you realize how good your day can be too.
Tell me about the old days. Put the sun into the...
wolfxtron:
‘Cause there ain’t nothing like your smile,
your legs and those eyes
-Defeater
Eventually
The kid with the shark hat, clinging to that back pack, so young and honest with his dreams in a nap sack. Peanut butter sandwich, and carrots in his lunch bag.
Reblog if you want a "why are you so..." in your...
setphasers-tostun:
Hmm.
This should be good
Purgatory.
Its a group of us and here we are, and we wait where its white everywhere. No texture, no echoes and you have to speak directly in the ear for fear the sound will be lost. I’ve still got my backpack on and my hat with a shark stenciled onto it by my older sister. If i’m where they keep whispering about, where is my family? The ones that I lost. We lost our lives and this is our cost? ...
Collective Condensation.
I wished upon on the sky, my hands clasped and in them you became water. Water evaporates.
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:/
There is this girl in the library and i swear.. the things.
setphasers-tostun asked: well the grocery store thing in my dorm sells these oreo delight things with pudding and oreos and this whipped cream stuff and they're really good and i bought one and then dropped my phone into it. :/ but it's all good now. MAKE TIME FOR PUDDING CUPS
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I wrote this.
The days distress is calling fast, to swoon in covers, to let hours pass but leave one eye open, lest you forget, nightmares too, may come to bed. Whether wake or slumber, they do take part, a visceral clutch, and will shred your heart, and leave a feeling, it stings like remorse, and winded though, you raced a horse.
setphasers-tostun asked: i like pudding cups okay gosh caleb so mean.
I like it when hipsters and Indie kids call each other out.
Short and sweet gets things done.
