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


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


I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind. 



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

What the fuck does the sink want now

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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.




Babe im not grabbin ur boob im grabbin ur heart 

thats my right boob tho


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how do japanese chihuahuas say hello


i lost five followers for posting this

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Uma Thurman (via gudda)

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I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

13/02/13 (via greatestreality)

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I wasn’t kidding when I told you I would be happy to spend the rest of my life
listening to your voice but I think it was a joke when you said
it would be worth it, for the sound of my laugh.

And you’re not the type to buy into meaningful glances, and I know -
at least, I tell myself I know -
that nothing could have happened here
and there is no other path life could have taken
and no, I don’t feel like a part of me is missing without you
and although I ascribe meaning to our empty memories
we were never anything remarkable.

You barely show up in my dreams, like those who I kept closer
and I haven’t written any letters for you, yet. And there was never any sign
of anything more than the outside until you remembered these
I’d even forgotten about myself and no, you never gave great pep talks
or told me I was special, or that the gods had plans, you just
believed in me as if it were the most natural thing in the world
and reminded me of all the books I’d read the year before.

You are always finding someone else, and so am I.
But through all of this
it’s the scent of your back garden in the rain
I still can’t shake.

E.M. Forster, The Life to Come and Other Stories (via quotes-shape-us)

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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.


The best times to talk to someone are after they’ve read a good book, watched a good movie, or late at night

You might find that they’re more beautiful than you could have imagined

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its not a sex toy mom, its a sex action figure

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Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”

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