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don't ask me to do shit for you when you wouldn't do the same for me esa mierda es un abuso people want what they can't give

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@andarem
low key fuming
don't ask me to do shit for you when you wouldn't do the same for me esa mierda es un abuso people want what they can't give
I will keep this photo posted for 1 week.
Every time someone Reblogs this photo I will donate 10 cent to charity: water
After the money is donated I will post proof of donation.
Show you care & Reblog.
always
If you don’t reblog this at least once you’re a joke.
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You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never.
“new york craigslist > personals > missed connections” (x)
It’s okay.
I’m learning.
Me too.
on suicide
"He didn't end his pain, he just passed it on"
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
Pablo Neruda (via lesgardenias)
Rappers with puppies.
Undoubtedly the best post on the internet
@amandalastenberg
Hold on, let me put away fucking Henry VIII’s milk
i swear i tried not to reblog this.
I’ve been laughing at this for 15 minutes.
If I went through all my love poems and imagined myself as the subject
would I still love those people?
Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.
(via bl-ossomed)