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lastofthetimeladies: colinfirth: buttpower: you never really know someone until you play uno with them and the motherfuckin asshole hits you with a draw four #friendship has no place at the uno table #i swear uno doesn’t seem intense and then you play it #and it’s the most intense thing you have ever played
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burn-me-down-to-the-ground: littleselfia: equalistsfuckshitup: story time when i was 16 my mom and i were watching ellen and my mom says ‘oh look my favorite lesbian!’ and i said ‘i thought i was your favorite lesbian?’ and she just stared at me for a moment and said ‘oh ok. ‘ and we just continued watching and thats how i came out to my mother #I file this...
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fancifullauren: irishfangirlshipper: dorkstrider: why do women’s clothing designers believe that girls do not need pockets It’s so they can sell us bags
When you wake up to find There’s no one left to guide you Where do you go? I hear the angels sing But I know they wont sing for me So where will I go? When everything fades Just as quickly as a shooting star Where can you go? I want to be the one Who can save someone But where shall I go?
Can I just throw bricks at all the idiots? Because seriously, I will disassemble a whole house. Brick by brick.
She crosses her heart and hopes to die, For shallow shores show no light or life. She wants to feel content with just a sigh. But shooting stars show no mercy As they crash quickly and surely Without a single wish to get her by. Dandelions quickly resort to dust And everything begins to rust As she starts to lose all trust.
dangerousthisjackofhearts: sherbet-holmes: ...
I know it can’t always be blue skies and butterflies. But, oh my GOSH. Why does life suck so much?
The snow left just as quickly as it came. Unannounced and unceremoniously. And I can’t help but feel a part of me Also melted away along with the snow.
Why can’t I remember….? Do I even really want to?
Happy New Years!
I’m sorry for being a bad friend. I’m sorry to anyone I’ve ever hurt. I’m sorry I can’t always be good enough, although I can’t say I don’t try to be. I’m sorry I’m not always the nicest, or the most responsible, or the most memorable. I’m sorry for the times I couldn’t be there for you. I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m...
A poet, I show it. The misery shown on my sleeve, The way stars fall when you leave. I miss you, you know it. The way smiles fade day by day, And no one cares what they say. Shut up, shut up. I can’t handle the way they talk Like I’m not here, and so I walk.
So.. Merry Christmas!
So my little cousins, about 4 and 5 years old, got so much this year for Christmas (and every other year). They got a 40-something inch tv, a laptop, computer, wii games, wii controllers, clothes, toys, and so much other stuff. And then they were UPSET that they didn’t get MORE. And here I’m sitting, not even expecting anyone to get me anything, because well, let’s be honest...
You always seem to crawl into my mind at the worst possible moments. Like the way you tried to pry open my heart to see if you could take what you wanted and leave. I always fall apart when I remember you. Like the days I used to hide in the darkness with the walls closing in all around me. You’re the reason I always feel claustrophobic. Maybe one day I’ll realize there’s more to...
luckbealadytonite: dallydonut: ...
Is it the red of the dying sun Or the red of our tears As we wait for heaven To take us all away. Waiting for the end, But it’s okay. Because at least I wont feel so alone.
Yes, I’m going to save money…. Right after I blow money on these sexy Copic markers…. Alright, I couldn’t resist, they’re just too amazing.
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i. I hate you for every star you ever shattered. For flowers that never got to blossom and For dark skies that wept your name. Forgetting you was a difficult battle, But remembering you is like throwing up With the bitter taste of alcohol still lingering. ii. I’m not sure what hurts more; Knowing I’m just some toy To be used and discarded Or knowing that I was never Even wanted in the...
The way you wear death on your wrists And leave hatred in your dark eyes. I bet you think the world revolves around you, And at this point I’m sure it probably does. The way you find contentment In the bottom of empty bottles. I bet you think you’ll find what you’re looking for Breaking hearts and collecting tears. The way you threaten your own life When you don’t get what...
I just. I don’t know. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this..
I took notice of the way my thumb roughened and calloused these past years, from writing and writing and writing away and of the way my pages seemed to curl up at the edges. I also noticed the way my hair seems to twirl this way and that as they please, but always in such a way that it’s consistency somewhat surprises me every morning. And how no amount of haircuts or dyes could ever repair...
Tell me, does the moon weep? For the stars who always disappear And the sun who never sleeps. Do your fingertips tremble? When you think of forgotten memories And your whole world crumbles. Will you dance with me? As the sky shoots down around us And disaster is all we can see.
I just. I can’t. I can’t deal with this everyday.
I could be the sand between your toes on a hot summer day at the beach. I could be the moon in the sky that keeps the waves coming back again. I could be the clouds up above that cover the view of shooting stars. I could be the snow or the rain or the hail that falls down quickly. I could be the air you breathe, or the grass below your feet. I could be nothing at all or I could be your whole...
I try to tell myself that my family really does love me, I try my best to believe it’s true. But maybe the problem isn’t even them, maybe it’s just me.
I tell myself I don’t care what people think of me. I tell myself I’m stronger than that and I’m okay. I tell myself that even if they don’t understand, I do and that’s good enough for me. I tell myself that whatever happens, I’ll be fine. So then why do I take your words to heart?
I just want to scream at the top of my lungs so everyone can hear me. So everyone can care about me and just let me be happy.
The moment two souls are etched together in the constellations up above. The moment you realize maybe love doesn’t exist but maybe together we can create something even better. Like star dust and dreams mixed together in the empty spaces between us whenever you hold me close. I look into your eyes and see the universe, the skies, the oceans, the worlds, all blended together just for you and...
If the sky is the sea, Then I drowned in your eyes. And if your heart is the world, I promise I’ll never let go.
Can you honestly tell me everything will be alright…?
Staring into the sun, Hoping that the brightness and warmth Will follow me forever if I just sit here And I stare at it long enough. Living with darkness, Of course I know that wherever there Is light, there must be a darkness or Shadow looming over it all. Singing lullabies, But that can only comfort a heart For as long as the warm illusion Will allow it to. Whispering goodnight, Even candles...
I was flying. Speeding across the smooth floor, there was no one but me. I blurred through colorful lights of reds and blues and greens. My heart beating along with the music and my hair flowing behind me, I felt I could do anything. And in just a blink of an eye I was falling. Falling down- flail my arms about regain balance regain balance don’t fall don’t fall don’t you dare...
And somehow through it all, you make me believe that forever still exists and that you’ll be by my side ‘til the end.
So Windows 8 just came out not too long ago. How long until we see Windows 56923874?
I don’t remember my life as an ongoing process of growing up. I remember it as a series of events that shaped my life. I especially remember schools. She had short black hair, brown eyes and an innocent smile. Wearing her red polka dotted dress, she skipped along with her friend towards their kindergarten. Learning, playing games, drawing all the time, and laughing along with her...
i. Heavy eyes, weak arms, tired legs. How much longer can I hold on to a faded dream Before my grip slips and I fall forever into despair? ii. I’m pleading, begging, screaming for help But no one seems to care, for they just walk right on by Without even a second glance in my direction to confirm To my tear filled eyes that they’re better off without me. iii. Tired, calloused fingers...