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Titania, Queen of the Faeries, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (via shakespeareismyjam)

(Source: incorrectshakespearequotes, via prettygroovyhuh)

My anaconda don’t

Tealia Imani [vxis] (via soulsscrawl)

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The only love I want in this world is yours and if I can’t have it, I want another world.

Donald Barthelme — from The Dead Father (via slothnorentropy)

But have you noticed the slight curl at the end of Sam II’s mouth, when he looks at you? It means that he didn’t want you to name him Sam II, for one thing, and for two other things it means that he has a sawed-off in his left pants leg, and a baling hook in his right pants leg, and is ready to kill you with either of them, given the opportunity. The father is taken aback. What he usually says, in such a confrontation, is “I changed your diapers for you, little snot.” This is not the right thing to say. First, it is not true (mothers change nine diapers out of ten), and second it reminds Sam II of what he is mad about. He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that’s not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it, he is insane because when he loved you, you didn’t notice.

Donald Barthelme, Sixty Stories (via electric-cereal)

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.

tongue-toyed:

i never really liked

my name

much

until i found out

what it tastes like

when you write it in frosting

on top of a cake

(Source: your-scallywag, via similarlyunique)

floating

to be in it
fully
until my body no longer feels heavy.
it’s lifted up in you.

the miserable world
looks better in the light 
bouncing off your face
and your shoulders
and your legs.

and every part of you
is the kind of magic 
that makes people see things that aren’t there.
drives people to madness,
feverish and palpitating.
believing for a second
that there isn’t any evil anymore.

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"I need you to let me go… As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book anymore.

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dirtydisneyconfessions:

ok dude, i know you wanna fuck the granny queen from a bugs life, we’ve gotten your confession 385 fucking times, we get it, you love fucking old wrinkly ass ants, stop fucking submitting it.

(via natsmum)

Anonymous asked: I dreamed of you, you lived in Walmart selling books you've written. Very strange.


Answer:

if I was naked, then that wasn’t a dream.. that was just my usual Sunday morning. 

wilddaize:

I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind. 

thatshinyobject:

kingsleyyy:

2015 is only 5 months away, just let that sink in

What the fuck does the sink want now

(via thedaysgrowshort)

english is not their first language:Hello! I'm sorry if my English isn't very good.
english is their first language:hte fuckign

The perks of being a wallflower (via smokemysoul)

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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

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