February 2012
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a little poem I wrote for someone I love very very much
Tonight, the World is Black and Blue (bruised)
But
Tomorrow’s powerful Reds are already slinking in
Silently,
and serpent-like,
Slithering
into and all about this room.
Tonight, it’s just you and I
Together
Witnessing the Beginning
and the End
of this World,
and all the Worlds within.
All that has been
has...
good god, can you still get us home?
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the ghosts were real, and we heard them all the time
from underneath the floorboards
and whispering from our pillows late at night
brilliant discoveries become deep dark secrets in childhood
when everyone around you is a giant made of glass
fragile, lonely, haunted things
we became the best of friends because of these
so in some twisted mysterious way I am eternally grateful.
time carries...
decorative-wounds asked: You post good art and it makes me appreciate you as a person. Tis all.
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started keeping a food journal again, and it’s making me realize how ridiculously unhealthy I truly am
ugh
I’m an idiot
Will Smith created everything →
the-absolute-funniest-posts:
The Cat Daddy:
The Shuffle:
The Single Ladies Dance:
The Stanky Leg:
The Cyclone:
The Dougie:
omg.
By far the greatest post to ever surface on Tumblr.
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