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Stop, the love you save may be your own!Darling, take it slowOr some day you'll be all alone.
You'd better stop, the love you save may be your own! Darling, look both ways before you cross me You're headed for the danger zone.
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind! Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind! Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said? Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair! Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel As the images unwind, like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind!
Think of this—that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and that they were alone with each other.
A. S. Byatt, Possession (via antigonick)
Does anyone else remember the slight homosexual in Kim Possible?
Slight?
I’m sorry but señor senior jr. Was gayer than Richard Simmons singing a duet with elton John on a rainbow
A Little Dog as a Metaphor
So anyway, a little dog came up to me when I was at the Botanical Gardens with a friend a while back. I was a bit startled at this little creature’s eagerness to climb all over me, but I played my part and I said ‘hi’ in the voice I reserve for babies and little animals. It proceeded to lick me and it dug its little paws into my flesh. It wasn’t trying to hurt me. It just seemed really keen to become acquainted with a total stranger.
I was actually kind of happy in that moment, because it reminded me that innocence still exists in the world. Then I realised that the dog must believe that it will always be greeted with a smile and a pat on the head. It made me sad because I realised that in its little head the world is made up of cloudless skies and sunshine, and that one day the illusion will end. Someone will finally kick it and then it will realise that sometimes it rains instead.
Maybe we were all like the little dog at some point. Maybe we thought we’d be greeted with smiles and metaphorical head-pats from everyone until reality kicked us. And now we know that the sunshine goes away. And that’s why we shield ourselves and take cover from the rain.
My sister being her best self, wrote this as a reminder to all of us that once upon a time we were all innocent. Innocence is never truly lost behind the dark veil of cynicism. Rather, I think, we protect it with all we’ve got and leave it for new and/or cherished experiences: kisses under the stars, the first birthday card from a new lover, eating your mother’s home-cooked meal for the 1000th time in your life. No, innocence doesn’t fade away. We save it for all the trying times, to power us through the murk.
How movies with white teenage boys as the main characters always start
(Scene: home in main characters room) *Main character’s mom yells, “JOSH GET UP YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL”* Main character Josh reluctantly get ready for another dreadful day of school as an outcast and neglects to comb his greasy hair. (Scene: hallway) Hi I’m Josh, I’m your average dorky white boy with loose fitting jeans and an over sized shirt. This is my best friend Will (an even shorter, more nerdier white kid and usually with red hair for some reason) Best friend Will: “did you catch the game last night it was so…” *An attractive, likable, popular white girl who has all A’s (yet has a douchebag, fuckboy boyfriend named Brad or some shit who is the antagonist) walks by"* Attractive white popular girl: “hey josh did you do the homework from last night?” *Josh being the dork he is stammers on his words and ends up saying complete gibberish* *Attractive white popular girl gives him a weird look and smiles awkwardly as she walks away* Best friend of the main character: “dude you’ve been in love with her since third grade when are you going to make a move?” Josh: “I know 😩😩😩 but this year things change. I’m going to ask her to go to the dance with me.” Best nerdy friend: “dude she’s been going out with Brad for three years” *Brad walks by with 4 white boys and two muscular black boys behind him and knocks down greasy haired main character Josh and his greasy haired companion Will’s books down* “Hey losers” *Brad and his diverse crew of bullies laugh and dap each other up*
This is so spot on like im fuckin cackling
Hahahaha
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Every horse movie
Sarah aynn: “no one understands me I hate you Mom for making us move out here in the middle of no where there’s not even cute boys” *runs away and finds mysterious farm* Old man wilkinson: “this right here lil lady is a hourisey if yer can tame t it’s yoires if not it’s goin back to the horse factory” Sarsjh: *walks up to horse and starts to pet its nose* “see girl? You and me aren’t so different after all” Old man wonka: “why I don’t believe it she done tamed ol’ misery I reckon she ought to sign her up for the horuse show and save the farm” *cut scene of Sarah sneaking out the house to ride her horse everyday until her mom finds out* Mom: “young lady you are GROUNDED!!!! You are not allowed to compete in the horse show” Staryah: “no Mom please” *runs away and almost gets hit by car but then the horse pushes the car out the way" Mom: “fucjkfidnb maybe that’s a good horse after all”
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im watching a food show and one of the contestants literally said ‘i was introduced to food when i was very young’ like fuck i sure hope you were!?!?
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Congratulations Beyoncé & Jay Z!! By Hayden Williams
Warm regards to mommy...
Dear Trees
Dear Trees,
I wonder why the breeze that rustles your leaves carries faint notes of children’s glee and other remnants of a time that was. Perhaps trees speak as we do and you speak of stolen kisses under the moonlight and odes to love carved by young lovers into your trunks, to last to infinity and beyond. When the wind dances in your leaves do you reminisce about days past when the free-spirits of the Aborigines, the San and the Seneca would chant around camp fires and ritual-dance? I wonder if it bothers you that they are now merely stardust drifting into oblivion on their journey to the Great Beyond.
Something my younger sister wrote. I most definitely couldn’t be the only writer in the family.
Hubert de Givenchy and Audrey Hepburn
The Brady Bunch meets the Jacksons, 1971
Martin Luther King Jr. and Marlon Brando, 1968
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANYE WEST!
To the greatest artist of this generation, thank you for being such an inspiration to myself and millions of others. Yeezy taught me how to be a fan of myself. It’s okay to be a badass, KNOW you’re a badass, and to let it be KNOWN that you know you’re a badass. A lot can be said about Kanye West, good and bad, but what can’t be denied is his immense talent, dedication, and passion which has led to his incredible success. They said he couldn’t do it and he proved those fuckers wrong! Man thank you for creating, Yeezy. There’s an album for all of my moods and I usually don’t go a day without listening to at least one. This man, his music, and his wisdom played a huge role in my personal growth, the building of my self-esteem, & my love for rap music. May God continue to use this man so he can continue to touch hearts and inspire minds. ✨✨✨✨
I just wanna say happy birthday to my greatest inspiration, idol, and one of the greatest of all time, Dr. Kanye Omari West.
