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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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The Bowery Presents
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Today's Document
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shark vs the universe
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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@queerlenses
This is how I am going to organize everything from now on. It’s called the Bullet Journal method. Most if you probably already know about it but schools are starting (or have already started) and many are getting frustrated because they just cannot keep up with everything. So here is a flexible method which you can modify to your own taste. All you need is a simple notebook.
do it.
Seriously, this is perfect.
Wow.. So Beautiful
im crying omfg this made my night
let’s see
do it do it do it
Going through my likes and saw this little gem. Click it buds!
click it holy
Me: Where are the parents in these shows
Anime: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Disney: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tell me that mother isn't dead
I love iggy azalea
Is that Tywin Lannister?
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
THIS IS THE BEST POST
I HAVE EVER SEEN
EVER
they really do mean everyone
they really don't ):
Either thou or I or both must go with him....
Proud rabbit
Now is good...
Who hasn't wished for death?
And meant it in that moment, whatever the reason might have been,
Who hasn't felt bereft; angry at times passage,
at the breaking down of your body, and you within it
Slow or fast, the direction is the same.
Haven't you felt your heart almost stop to spite its host?
Because
really you don't want to be dead
You don't hope for the beginning of nothing; the start of none existence.
And mourning your youth, that is lost or wasted or well spent
but
nevertheless, gone.
It is silly.
It's ridiculous.
Deliciously ironic
Pathetically comic
So stop
Listen
And echoing gently in a small recess behind your eyes,
Is the song of your desire
The song that screams in joyous bursts
Though sometimes silently
Desperately, so so desperatley
"You want to live"
And though the abandon, the indomitable feeling that comes with youth
May be slipping, may have
Slipped away
And all around
You see
Reminders of what you were
Of what you want
Of what you can't have
Still the voice is there, only we muffle the sounds
So stop it
Just stop it
Well, I wish that I was as good as you caring and trusting. And I wish that my condition was new but I'm old and rusting...
There was nothing left of me...
A bird hit by a car, I tumbled, flapping,
to the ground.
The car, was some intangible period,
within the traffic of time, that passed my life by.
Struck down, I hobble, I flail, I cling to life with feathers, loosing dust upon the world from my twisted wings.
I am caught once more by the current of time, seized by a wheel I am run over.
My intimate anatomy, leaks from me, blood followed by organs,
trailing like parasitic worms from my beak
Again and again and again time rolls over me
Compressing, pushing, was that once a head, a wing?
A smear upon the concrete, what was there yesterday?
My matter is lost, spread so far, lost all shape..
My molecules remember me not...
