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Xuebing Du
Noah Kahan
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Fai_Ryy
Color Me Curious
@theartofmadeline
Mike Driver
Game of Thrones Daily
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blake kathryn
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Not today Justin
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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The Stonewall Inn
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@stay---here13-blog
It comes out as bile. As choking. As half text messages in the dark at two am. As dreams. As trying to hold back tears on the way home. As trying to hold back tears while looking at you. It comes out as all of these things I can’t take back or convey well with words.
What I mean to say is I love you.
What I mean to say is stay.
She didn’t ask if she could make a motel of you, But you opened the door the second she knocked Even though you knew she had a box of matches in one palm and your name written on the other. She’d check in and out of your life as she pleased and she took the key with her. You clenched your teeth at her name but you never changed the locks, Even though you knew she was dangerous. She was dangerous in the way that she made clocks turn faster, She was dangerous because your mouth did not need to consult your mind before speaking to her. She was dangerous because your heart was made of trees and she had hands like wildfire, and you didn’t care that she was destructive because she held you and you were warm. You saw the dead end sign behind her the minute she said hello, So six months later when you sat alone in the room you had shared with her, You only blamed yourself for letting her in. You were, after all, a motel. Not a home.
Convenience Inn
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FUUUUCKKKK
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My life in a poem
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holy shit.
(via peaceandalsoquiet)
Hotel. Motel. Holiday inn.
(via ismell–wonderful)
you are strong, so much stronger than me. all along ‘cause you are everything and i am nothing.
Clementine von Radics
I wish I had weed this strong.
Alex Strohl
Citizen//Sleep.
Maybe it’s a little early. Maybe the time is not quite yet. But those other worlds— promising untold opportunities—beckon.
Silently, they orbit the Sun, waiting.
-Carl Sagan
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Today in Solidarity (12/7/14): Following in the legacy of athletes like John Carlos, Tommie Smith, and Muhammed Ali, black athletes are representing for the struggle. Action big and small have an impact. Glad to see Derek Rose, Reggie Bush, the UM footballers, and others put the message before the money. #staywoke #farfromover
I hate people generally, but I like people individually.
introverts - janesblueheaven (via perfect)
Still learning how to cat. It’s a slow process.
He turns around like “THIS ISNT WORKING”
