Wednesday, April 23, 2014
inw0nderland:

This is actually a much more accurate representation of love than a photo of two people kissing could ever hope to be.

inw0nderland:

This is actually a much more accurate representation of love than a photo of two people kissing could ever hope to be.

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Zelda being a cutie beauty 4/?

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phantomviolet:

THIS JUST BLEW ME AWAY

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kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

modifiedwhore:

Stop making women feel bad about shaving.

Stop making women feel bad about not shaving.

Stop making women feel bad about having sex.

Stop making women feel bad about not having sex.

Stop hating all men because some men are assholes.

(Source: anastasiameduza)

minterpeabotea:

nitohri:

transparent “the” from that one episode of spongebob

procrastination

minterpeabotea:

nitohri:

transparent “the” from that one episode of spongebob

procrastination

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

dis-harmoniert:

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.

I thought I heard the door open, oh no,
I thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.

I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.

I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.

I think I saw you in my sleep, lover,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping darling,
likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you hear me in the streetlight’s humming,
softly breathing out your name.

I know that even with the seams stitched tightly,
only scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling
and let them wash off in the rain.

And when they run into the river, oh no
let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance,
slowly wearing out your name.

Your hands still catch the light the right way
and our hearts still beat the same.
And our hearts still beat the same.

jamsoftheday:

Then I see you, you’re walking ‘cross the campus
Cruel professor studying romances

w1nterforever:

Basement - Canada Square

w1nterforever:

Basement - Canada Square

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