March 2012
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda (via moldavia)
I love this poem.
on my lunch
our manager said we could kick out and refuse service to this one creepy ass man that comes in sooo I’m pretty happy.
tired of holding back when he makes his comments.
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i think the worst feeling in the world is knowing that someone you used to talk to everyday doesn’t care about you anymore
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February 2012
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we don’t kiss, we just lay there i got your nose in, in my hair hands on my hips and you’re wondering: am i ticklish yes i’m ticklish everywhere you touched it’s morning the alarm screams you have to go soon, you have to get out of bed it’s cold when you move this is torture, it’s fucking horrible you don’t want to leave you don’t want to...
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and there you were, as deafening as their instruments.
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toatleebluz replied to your photo: this night was definitely a turning point.
What? There was a flyer for this? I remember when we played and i jumped off a table and tackled someone
bahaha yes! it was in my photobucket :p i was there when you played and i don’t remember that o.O
me: wow i like this person a lot
me: i should talk to this person
me: wow look!!!! a perfect chance to talk to this person i should totally take it
me: types out message
me: gets nervous
me: exits page
me: floats away from computer
me: drifts out window
me: is lifted up into space
me: orbits around earth
me: is incinerated by the sun
hey girl, are you an activist?
lainexvx:
cause you liberate my heart
why is no one replying to me
omg
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fuck class lol
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I like your body I think it’s sexy I want to make origami All you want to do is make stains on a canvas with paint Let’s compromise and play shadow charades