20aliens:

storscuby never-brush-my-teeth
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boyirl:

Toilet Paper #04 – November 2011
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boyirl:

Toilet Paper #04 – November 2011

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untrustyou:

Time
Daehyun Kim
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untrustyou:

Time

Daehyun Kim

goldengodz:

Adult Jazz, Gist
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goldengodz:

Adult Jazz, Gist

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wetheurban:

ART: Surreal Mixed Media Collages by Eugenia Loli

Collage artist Eugenia Loli originated in the technology sector, but she decided to leave that rather impersonal world behind in order to build new, exciting worlds via her art. 

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Just because I didn’t beg for you doesn’t mean I didn’t want you to stay.

- I Didn’t Let You Go Without a Fight (#689: October 7, 2014)

notbaddddd:

"There is an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the first lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time i read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long". It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when i needed to know someone else had felt the exact same way.” (RED prologue)

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septagonstudios:

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SPACE KOOK
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unadoptable:

Can’t go 2 class bc I’m a corpse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ deal w it
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unadoptable:

Can’t go 2 class bc I’m a corpse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ deal w it

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Whiskey rhymes with kiss me and that’s

Exactly what you do.

To me it’s magic but to you it’s just

A sudden impulse, a thought

Flooding your mind and you’re too

Groggy to say no. I always

Worry about how my skin looks under

The harsh yellow light. And I always

Think you’re looking at me more than

You actually are. Really you’re just thinking about

How much sleep you’ll get tonight and how

Much Jack is left in the bottle. You used to

Tell me anxiety stories, panic tales, the

Adventures of your awkward youth. And often I

Dream about the time you overdosed and

Stumbled around New York looking for a place to

Die.

You said you found a tree and fell asleep under it and

Woke up the next morning, disappointed.

Remember

That time we did acid? We sat gazing at the

Tree behind the chapel and we just

Stared and stared at the branches and the patterns

Of light that fell around us. That night I sat

And breathed and hummed with the Earth and I

Felt you lying inches away and I knew that this

Was the best it would ever be, whatever

It is (or was). In the parking lot you

Told me it was too soon. And I heard you but

Didn’t believe you. I wish I could

Say I kissed you because of the whiskey but we

Both know I kissed you because of all the

Seven deadly sins I am lust and more than

Anything I love to swim in my own sadness because

That’s what I think I

Deserve.

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If you cannot be the poet, be the poem.