thenaebyrd777:

egberts:

wikeni:

kanmae-west:

nymph-in-the-yellow-dress:

egberts:

spooktre:

egberts:

minute and minute shouldn’t be spelled the same

im not content with this content

i object to that object

I need to read what I read again

Excuse me but there’s no excuse for this

Someone should wind this post up and throw it in the wind

i hope you dont mind but you just fucked with my mind

fuck all of you

(via americascountrybreeze)


It is possible that longing for something is better than actually having it. I’ve heard it said that satisfaction is the death of desire.
Hank Moody (via psych-facts)

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puregag:

All you have to say to someone when they question your American flag clothing.

puregag:

All you have to say to someone when they question your American flag clothing.

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Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.
Rudy Akbarian  (via jabwit)

(via those-things-i-couldnt-say)



And you tried to change, didn’t you?
Closed your mouth more.
Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake.
You can’t make homes out of human beings.
Someone should have already told you that.
And if he wants to leave, then let him leave.
You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful.
Something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via poetisch)

(via chin-upp-kid)


I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.