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@dapperboiscout
I was on yikyak and words can not express how badly we need more people like this in the world.
There needs to be some kind of SOS app for this kind of thing. Some kind of distress signal that can be punched into a passcode pad so your phone can alert people that you're in distress.
but its funny how we hate ourselves but then we see other people hating themselves and we’re like nO NO DONT DO THAT NO
That sort of ironic bit when you find out someone's been (hypocritically) stalking your almost completely inactive tumblr?
If I Were With You On That Highway
If I were with you on that highway
We’d watch the semi trucks fly by Little rocks flung from beneath their tires like pellets from a slingshot We’d watch the sun glint off the windshields of the cars flitting past Racing to get god knows where We would not even need to speak Because words would not help you.
If I were with you on that highway Watching you place a hand on the barrier between desperation and reason Watching your heart melt through your eyes and your rain bathe the pavement and you appear to shake and tremble but it may just be the passing eighteen wheelers rumbling by.
On this highway You can’t see the end in either direction You can only watch the cars go to and from Past and future This highway has many exits It’s up to you which one you take.
If I were with you on that highway I would wish and will so hard that you not take the early exit I would silently plead that you keep going, keep going please Because this highway goes so many places endless places From coast to coast It will take you places they don’t show you on the map This highway is one of a million And you won’t be able to travel them all You won’t be able to travel any if you take the nearest exit.
If I were with you on that highway Watching you place your other hand on the barrier between life and death Realising long ago had you decided the early exit was the only exit I would reach out from the fog of a dream And grab you Put a hand on your shoulder Hold you I wouldn’t be able to say anything It’s impossible to put so much love into words But I would tell you I love you
I would tell you, please, take the highway for a while longer Take the last exit, if you can make it there Try a few different ones you do not belong as a hood ornament on a passing truck You belong on the other side of the concrete barrier
I will not tell you I know what it’s like. I will not even tell you it gets better; I don’t know that. I will tell you it gets different, That just as you are in charge of your life before you take your final exit today, you are in charge of it every day You can put yourself in the driver’s seat and drive, damn it You can drive fast, slow You can scream along to the radio You can leave this place, take any other highway To Halifax, to California Anywhere but here You have always had the keys Your foot is on the gas
I would beg you to take your hand off that concrete barrier To step down from it To pull back, without losing your resolve and momentum And point yourself in a different direction.
If I were on that highway with you I would beg you to be your own hero. If I were on that highway with you I would beg you please don’t go
Leelah
There should be an option on dating sites where if you stumble across the profile of an ex/etc and they've been a bad partner you can push a button and a big flashing banner pops up that says "THIS PERSON WILL TREAT YOU LIKE A USED TISSUE FYI"
Normally, I would not post a bathtub picture but I just want to let everyone know that Chinese takeout floats
revolutionary.
When you should stop writing your essay for the night
Reasons heterogeneous classrooms are ideal: - It’s a more accurate melting pot of what they will actually experience - The students are challenged to adapt to other students working styles - I don’t fucking know I hate this style of learning personally
cat trying to eat a pea
Giggle fit.
This type of music makes it feel like i'm coming home to something. Have a listen, it's the kind of music that saved my life.
Reminds me of several places i'd call home
"The empty space in your heart echoes back…"
How can't you.
Fuck those kids
you know how people say “i’d kill for that” when talking about something they really want?
i wouldn’t kill for this
i would fucking destroy entire nations for this
Riverbeds
Riverbeds
You were beautiful On the day I laid eyes on you and looked into you Really looked into you I saw a mirror-smooth river bed Every pebble, leaf and minnow, clear, straight to the bottom Crisp and clear, and I wanted to drink you I wanted to drink deep, as I had never been so thirsty before I wanted to become a mermaid and swim in your waters, Learn every dip and bend of your river,
I wondered where you lived. I knew your house, but I wanted to know your home I wanted to know when you, too, came out and enjoyed your river Where your secret hiding places were I wanted to know where you made your home
I can picture you. Runaway I can see you waiting for everyone else to leave the river, for the distant voices to grow quiet; this place that is yours I can see it now; late autumn. The aspen trees turning shades of goldenrod and auburn as their waxy leaves fall to rest on the water like so many little boats With a chill, blue sky endless overhead, and not a single bird calling in the morn And at last, you step out of the woods and pad quietly down to the riverbank ‘I missed you,’ you said Your reflection shyly smiling back at you Finally, a moment of intimacy with your trusted self And I picture you, feeling whole for once, looking at yourself and seeing clearly Every seed, stone and stick Placing your hand on the cool surface of the water and waiting for ripples Being unafraid to touch yourself, being unafraid to find yourself and every flaw beautiful This raw and intimate moment Where the river overflows its banks and runs salt with your tears And you reach deeper into the water until you slip in And float, peacefully, content within yourself Quiet and alone.
But before the day grows too long, a distant twig snaps And you no longer feel contentedly alone. Drawing yourself out of the water, in haste, causing so many ripples you can no longer see to the bottom And I fear for the scowl that could come to crease your face and pinch your eyes May obscure those river beds And you leave.
I wish you could visit your river more often; I look at it every day and could still visit more.
Time to time, when you glance away I have my own private moment at your riverbanks Though I dare not touch your waters I am content to sit and watch the beauty And simply let it be.
My kind of jazz.
