alexsodark:

Stop the world cause I wanna get off with you

alexsodark:

Stop the world cause I wanna get off with you

cyberbullys:

katorade27:

I CANT FUCKING BREATHE MY BROTHER HAD TO DO A BIOLOGY PRESENTATION ON BIRDS AND HE HAD TO USE A VIDEO IN HIS PRESENTATION AND HE CHOSE THIS VIDEO BECAUSE HE WAS CONVINCED THIS WAS A REAL BIRD 

OH MY GOD

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filmchrist:

me

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sh1re:

happy easter

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ik-zie-u-graag:

I WAITED THE WHOLE YEAR TO POST THIS!!!!

ik-zie-u-graag:

I WAITED THE WHOLE YEAR TO POST THIS!!!!

letmelarryyou:

Finishing off your man like

image

Taxiing

equivocal-exclamations:

Curve, bud, stem, skin, leg, water
Frizzy black hair in my mouth, going south, rainbow tube socks, aching rocks, back muscles, and the sea storm hustle

The couch was a fertile garden bed with life inviting ground, you are a rainforest, woman, no matter where you step, even on my ship
And must preserve
I could only stand amongst your branches, dumbfounded and speechless in a fuzzy state of perpetual rapture,
If I die tomorrow my only thought will be of gratitude for this life, worth all the strife
And the only thing I’ll feel will be a burning tear slide
Like all I’ve ever let slide in one drop
Collecting at the bottom of your chin and giving clean water to the crew dying of thirst
It will feed my steam like gasoline
And it will cleanse the city it buries:

Pompeii, full of those who didn’t plan, who let fate sweep them away because they simply wouldn’t sweep out what was under their rug
Who waited 2,000 years to look me in the face and say, “don’t lie down”
But if I’m gonna escape this city with it’s ashy cloud, I can’t get lost, I won’t be found
This city, all I know, is no longer hospitable
I don’t have that gift of bringing life, you are a hospital
And yet writhing under a hard sun, the weakest seedling makes the toughest son
I am bound to the fate of this world more so than any other man
But only alone I thrive

Planes here taxi flocks of corporate crows, their jackets flap in the wind as they sit on wings built by men with a sturdier hand at flight
Like mine
But I am grounded on the runway until I can graduate,
And I swear my first stop will be in your arms

And I will take you for a walk, around the garden that is this world, I will show you how well I’ve learned to talk
Play these long songs, the right tones you inspire
Beat our feet around the fire till we tire
Then the only thing I will impart
Is hope, seeded deep in your heart
A hope so vital it will hurt first to bear
As the life we should love could take place anywhere

So I tease you; take your share
And see no strings
No rings
But power over me
The son of a white bird and busy bee
Lost at sea
Completely devoted to thee
Love me responsibly

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?""Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."