i try my best

As a matter of fact, flannel IS my favorite color.

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Counting down with the numbers on the exit signs,

I'm measuring the minutes and the seconds until I see you again.

And as the distance between us shrinks,

I can feel the empty spaces inside of me expanding like the universe.

And I'm afraid that when you finally break through to me,

You'll realize I'm already hollow inside

And I'll crumble to dust in your arms.

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Apparently Basketball isn’t hugely popular in Brazil

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Tag someone who you would put on pants for

@mangoelephantsband

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Selfdestruct/At night

White glowing screens Change to black, And I remember what I've seen. At night, I die. I'm changing back. I think I'm fucked. Made to self destruct.

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Thanks mom

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Expand

Telescopes keep pointing out towards the stars and taking pictures of things with light reflected from other suns. The universe keeps expanding and entropy creeps into the lives of the few who still insist on battling chaos. Everything is getting farther away and everything is getting smaller, but being a small part of a cosmic scale is not synonymous with being cosmically insignificant. The Sun burns closer to its own death everyday, but for now, it's light still kisses the earth every morning. Space is black and dark, but nebulas and galaxies insist on existing in vibrant colors, reflecting the lights of other stars back towards our telescopes, who's eager eyes look curiously towards the chaos of billions of stars waiting for their moment.

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Occasionally, the quite room would fill with the sound of a cracking sunflower husk. She picked up the bottle, and made a soft "huff", spitting the seed into it. I looked over, the bottle was short, and sunflower husks stuck to its sides. The inside was fogged and moist. I went back to my quiz. She continued eating seeds.

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Melt

Whispers of sunlight A snap a crack, The air here is electric. So do you see it? There’s something more going on here My child. A wind picks up Blowing hope to my face, Cold and strong but we can Still smell the Life in it.

@deerpalace Thanks for the reblog!

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She focused her eyes on the girl’s lips. They were red and plump and pouty. She’d seen them in the winter. They didn’t crack. “Look at him. He’s definitely gay.” She pulled strong and hard from her cigarette. The other girl looked over her shoulder at her. “You sure?” She blew out and the air between them, already full of music and light, filled with smoke too. She smiled. “Hell yeah.”

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Followers reblog and tag this

And I'll write a poem about your tags!

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It was unusual that I noticed the car first, but it was bright orange. Blonde hair pulled out of a black baseball cap, a dark blue sports jacket and tight, lazy pants. From a distance, she looked young, beautiful even. But the closer I got the more I saw that she traded beauty for sports cars and bad habits a long time ago. She flicked ash from her cigarette.

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I'm afraid that we're All so caught up with Being close to EVERYONE ELSE That we forget to Look at the people around Us It isn't A disease, and why Is my family blowing Away with the wind While I dig through Countless Scripts and queries? This isn't hell Or limbo, We as a race have Climbed too high for that. But it's not heaven Or utopia, Because I've been there and It doesn't exist

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Incomplete Affairs of the Eyes

Carbine kiss. (A flower for the pretty miss?) PULL back and go. Touch-less conTact, control. And blinking away tear(ful/s. (like paper?)) Someone smarter than me Called this intense, But ambiguous. I call it te---aring, (torn, for past tense) And ble- -ed- -ing (A great falling out) Now ? The touching of two (2) souls What c an we see? An empty socket Surrounded by a splash of Color(ful/full)? Color//colorrr? Or hope? Hope//hhhh Or maybe even lov e?

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Hey check this out!

My friend made this awesome website. If you could show some support and check it out, that'd be fly. Spaceysquid.com

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The world will Keep Spinning without Me

Long long long ing for you. A rubberband snapping back to passion and hot breath and cracked lips. Where is this place That we're at now. When will I break The Surface? Lungs popping in the Rosey sunset. Where I realize that Nothing really changes, but Everything is different.

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Cathedral

I heard about a girl once.

She lived in a cathedral. Large, ornate, the type you would see in a history book or painted in one of those exquisite museums. Sanctuaries with stained glass windows that told stories from another time. Grand halls that echoed when you walked in loud shoes. Beautiful, reverent.

She arrived wide eyed, a young innocent thing, gazing in wonder at the spectacles surrounding her. Initially, she stayed in the largest room, by the stone carved door open to the public, and the hall with the stained glass colored ambient light.

As time wore one, she went further into the depths of the cathedral. Into the hallways that once made her uneasy, the hidden corners left untouched by time.

She found large, winding staircases that led her deeper, to the dark passages underneath the grand halls. She found the gargoyles with the twisted faces and malicious grins,concealed from the public eye. She came upon the tombs of saints and priests long forgotten, their names in stone obscured by the passage of time.

The girl buried herself further and further into the bellies of the cathedral, her sanctuary. And there she stayed. Her candles were running out, yet there she remained, growing accustomed to the encroaching darkness as the lights burned out.

The gargoyles became as familiar as friends. The haunting carvings on the wall entranced her, almost taking her to another place.

Time passed. Seasons changed.

The girl was still in the chasms, in the dark.

One day in her wanderings, she stumbled upon an old staircase she had never encountered before. It was twisting, cracked steps and ivy, the end not visible.

She saw something. A brightness, a warmth, a substance that seemed in a way foreign to her.

Something stirred within her, a feeling that she had almost forgotten about, a feeling from long ago.

A calling to the light.