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    Think Of Me As Poetry
    1. lapbotttom:

thatonedeadkid:

moldykins:

SO APPARENTLY WHEN TWO LARGE WHALES DO THE NASTY THERE’S  SOMETIMES THIS ONE BRO WHO JUST SORT OF HOLDS THEM UP SO THEY DON’T FLOAT OFF
NATURE IS BEAUTIFUL

third wheeling

third whaling


This was too great not to reblog

      lapbotttom:

      thatonedeadkid:

      moldykins:

      SO APPARENTLY WHEN TWO LARGE WHALES DO THE NASTY THERE’S  SOMETIMES THIS ONE BRO WHO JUST SORT OF HOLDS THEM UP SO THEY DON’T FLOAT OFF

      NATURE IS BEAUTIFUL

      third wheeling

      third whaling

      This was too great not to reblog

    2. I turned off my music today because he was singing a different song in the room across from me and I wanted it to be mine so I closed my eyes and pretended his voice was a direction I should run towards.

      I tried so hard to forget where I was
      between the spaces of hundreds of ribs surrounding
      working organs
      but never catching the satisfaction of a heartbeat.
      Sometimes I say words to fill the silence, but I hate the way the echo bounces off the walls and lands back into my own ringing ears.
      That, simply, is my way of saying
      that I have yet to hold the sun in my hands.
      There are days I swear I can see it drip through my fingers
      like golden blood, but when I actually look, I see only red.
      The closest thing I’ve tasted to love is regret.
      Sometimes that feels close enough.
      Other times I think I should learn
      how to make a sail boat so I can follow wind towards
      a destonation somewhere deep into the pulsing sun.

    3. Album Art

      leavemealonewithmyvoices:

      Hello love, my invincible friend
      Hello love, the thistle and the burr
      Hello love, for you I have so many words that I,
      I forget where we were

      Ahhhh

      Title
      I forget where we were
      Artist
      Ben Howard
      Album
      I forget where we were
    4. sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

Last you

      sintire:

      click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

      Last you

    5. 
"I Forget Where We Were" tracklist.

I MIGHT DIE

      "I Forget Where We Were" tracklist.

      I MIGHT DIE

    6. Maybe loneliness is the unforgettable let down of what was not known and never saved you

      Here I am                         ?                                             save

      expecting the unexpected                     !                              me

      and imploding under the clinging rejection                          save

      when my                                                                             me

      unexpectations are not met.                                             save

    7. bymoonlightme:

Breathtaking Photorealistic Pastel Drawings of the Maldives - My Modern Metropolis na We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/116934609


I wish

      bymoonlightme:

      Breathtaking Photorealistic Pastel Drawings of the Maldives - My Modern Metropolis na We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/116934609

      I wish

    8. m-a-e-s-t-r-o:

B&W Blog!


Freckle baby

      m-a-e-s-t-r-o:

      B&W Blog!

      Freckle baby

    9. I loves these but why

      I loves these but why

    10. "I am so excited to make pizza for 13 hours today!"
      said not me on the way to my triple shift today during one of the busiest days of the year.
    11. the prose/free verse you just posted is SO BEAUTIFUL. I love it so so so much you must be really talented. Wow

      I don’t think you realize how much this meant to me. I read it over and over again for about five minutes. You are the greatest blessing on my day today. Thank you for this.

    12. Album Art
      I will not ask you where you came from,
      I will not ask you and neither should you.
      Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
      We should just kiss like real people do.

      This song kills me and brings me back to life.

      Title
      Like Real People Do
      Artist
      Hozier
      Album
      Take Me To Church E.P.
    13. Sometimes when I wake up, I decide not to open my eyes.

      I have this belief that the longer someone looks at something, the more they fall in love with it.

      Memory.

      I once was a high school, puffy-cheeked, silent fire of a girl. I would go so far as to dry my wide eyes around my first crush. I could not wait to memorize another thing about him.

      That was my first long-term crush, and I still smile when I remember his red tie and crooked bottom tooth. After long sighs and time, he took up vast space inside of me. To him, I was a name in a yearbook. 

      I used to open my eyes when I would kiss boys — fall for the ways their face looked when too close to actually see.

      I peeked through my fingers like an impatient child at every given opportunity. 

      This last year I got my first pair of prescription glasses. I apparently spent twenty nearsighted years believing things far away were a impressionistic blur. 

      I realized that things further than my vision were sharper than my eyes. I didn’t want to admit that the sky was not a soft swirl. I spent too much time believing that the world should have been designed by van Gogh. 

      I would never admit this, but I have been quite busy blinking lately. I don’t like the sharp points in my new reality.

      I don’t want to fall in love with the very corners I’ve confined myself to.

      I don’t want to see the mountains until they fade into the sunset,

      and I am driving like a blind fool to find the impressionistic greeting of a moment soft, soft, softer

      and far away. 

    14. setoshi-zombie:

      Artist: elfandiary

      Gorgeous

    15. Some call it a sin, I call it a memory.

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