For the Cannibals

Eat and Chew to your heart's content

[mikeinelart]

Long GIF is long.

[helloletsdate]

Experimenting with new drugs.

[fallin5ky]

Back from the dead. I think. Maybe. Just for a little bit.

[helloletsdate]

Make sure to read your messages thoroughly.

[helloletsdate]

Ice cream fixes everything.

[newyorker]

A cartoon by Paul Noth. For more cartoons from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/1dIqvSg

[fallin5ky]

This is how you break a boy's heart:

1 Give him your full attention: Send him fast replies. Answer his calls. Say yes whenever he asks you out. Listen to him intently.

2 Show him you care: Remind him to eat his meals on time. Tell him to bring an umbrella all the time, so he won't get wet when it rains. Take care of him when he is sick, feed him, bathe him. Be there for him when everyone else seems to be leaving him.

3 Tell him you love him: That you can't keep it in anymore. That you can't stand a day without him. That this world has become a wonderful place to live in because he exists. Because you met him. Because you are helplessly falling for him everyday.

4 Make him love you back: Make him feel like you are the one. That you are the right person for him. Show him that you're the missing piece to his incomplete life. That you will always be there to catch him when he falls.

5 When he's buried in too deep, distance yourself: Keep the messages brief and concise. Don't answer some of his calls. Don't see him when he wants you to. Make yourself unreachable.

6 Walk away from him: Ask him to meet you in your favorite getaway place. Then when he arrives, hug him. Hug him like you don't want to let go. Then kiss him softly. When he starts to deepen the kiss, pull away. Look at him and tell him that you're leaving. Leave him with goodbye as your last word. Then walk. Walk away fast. He'd call your name, but don't look back. Just keep on walking and when you sense that he's following you, run. Run as fast as your legs can take you. Don't. Look. Back. He'd stop, he'd realize that he'd lost you to something he didn't even understand. He'd fall to his knees and cry out your name one last time. And from that moment on, he'd know that a piece of him is gone, gone forever. He'd sob in his hands as he feel his world falling apart. And that's when he'd feel his heart break.

[bedabug]

Snails Kiss On Cherries [photo by Vyacheslav Mishchenk]

[sherlockspeare]

Hiatus means it’s time to do very stupid things with no regret.

[deviantart]

This is what we do.

Monday is Awesome by roberlan

[theflamesbegin]

[fallin5ky]

Thoughts on: First kisses

I must just come out and say that I don't like how the poem came out. I wrote it over a time span of weeks and feelings changed. Things came up and bled into my work. It's not the purest representation of what happened. Whatever. 

I also very much hate the name. But in the interest of finishing and just getting something out there, here the poem is... 

http://fallin5ky.tumblr.com/post/75450224713/first-kisses

[fallin5ky]

An Audience of One.

It's a funny thing coming back to writing things on Tumblr. I find that I have become my own worst critic. Things have certainly changed. There was a period where I didn't write anything at all and so everything that I write feels awkward. My phrasing feels off, my sentences feel forced. I don't like it. I blame the enormous amount of texting that I have been doing recently. It's really corrosive to long form writing and poetry things.  I've also found it harder to publish some of the things that I write. Not only have I found myself in a fruitful relationship, I now how readers that see me on an everyday basis. That's a weird thought. Tumblr to me has always been a form of hushed shouting where I was more or less alone with my thoughts. The friends I formed were as anonymous as I was. But that has since changed. I find myself choosing my words more carefully and taming some of my language. I really don't like the idea of what I write here bleeding into my everyday life. That does not sound fun at all.

[fallin5ky]

First Kisses

She's drunk with my words And my kisses. I love her for it. She has a wide, goofy grin. And half open eyelids. Rosy red cheeks.

Her hair looks beautiful today A little messy But the lamplight doesn't care and neither do I. An old couple walks by. And her hand snakes down my back warmed by my bare skin.

I can feel her breath heavy and warm against my neck

Her arms wrap around my shoulders My hands meet her hips And her chest presses against mine.

Even with eyes pressed shut I feel her fingertips running through my hair. Tracing my ears.

I see it. I can feel it too. This is that picture perfect moment Some people only ever dream about.

[fallin5ky]

I think there is no greater compliment to a writer than for someone to say, "Yes. I get you. You are not entirely crazy. Nor are you entirely alone.  I understand and I feel exactly the same way you do. But the way you string words together is so complete. So thorough. So clean. Pristine. So Beautiful. Because the way you are able to capture these thoughts and emotions so perfectly with every precisely placed word is wonderful. It is liberating. It is so calming. comforting. Amazing. I don't think there is a greater compliment to a writer. 

[edwardspoonhands]

Oh My God This Baby Reacting To The TFiOS Trailer Is Perfect

[syntaxandsemantics]

concern that my poems make too much sense