#rhymed

[spinningjupiters]

// sea prayer //

I gave to the sea

all the tears running under my skin

it was almost unnoticeable

how i dismantled myself

and gave rebirth to my dreams

a premeditated thought

lurking on the shores

waiting to be taken up by the roaring waves.

[iaintscaredofyou]

spine in splinters by the weight of my head

every moment a new pain

every bit of tissue in some phase of rot

I practice death all day, stirring only once

high noon, dry to the bone

high moon, drier still

[milf-n-dilf-dippin-dots]

it’s getting near end of year, and all the good memes are dead so i decided, that despite it, I’ll make my own meme instead.

[mistressofmalplaquet]

Are you kidding me, he’s an amazing bowler TOO? damn it, is there anything this man can’t do

[yeagaswagga]

what does your username mean?

 I made this tumblr account when I was really into Eren Jaeger. 

[themonologuearchive]

Act 05, Scene 02 - 01 - Benedick

From: Much Ado About Nothing, by William Shakespeare

Genre: Comedy

Topic: Rhyme, love

Character: Male

And therefore will come. Sings The god of love, That sits above, And knows me, and knows me, How pitiful I deserve,-- I mean in singing; but in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and a whole bookful of these quondam carpet-mangers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self in love. Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried: I can find out no rhyme to 'lady' but 'baby,' an innocent rhyme; for 'scorn,' 'horn,' a hard rhyme; for, 'school,' 'fool,' a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: no, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms. Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee?

[littletinyphantom]

Home? 7/5/17

~10.32pm~

A soulless walk home Is more than you deserve; My broken toes and bruised wrists, They don’t think so. My scraped palms, From when I tripped and fell, no, They don’t think so. But with every head jerk, As I let my body move to and fro, Like a long forgotten ragdoll… I thought so. Or maybe I didn’t think at all? I wish I could know of anything, Anything at all That would kick start my nuerones, Or halt them to a stop Like the guards on the Queen’s watchtower. Make me stop, Don’t let me go Forward.