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princeofkawaii:

middleshiner:

why are men always spitting all over the sidewalk? do men create more saliva than women and need to get rid of it? are they marking their territory? what’s going on?

They can’t swallow because that’s gay

(Source: middleshiner-archive, via adventuretimeout)

drydrunkempress:

nodaybuttodaytodefygravity:

221bconsultingtimelord:

jensenspudgymidway:

watson-i-am-your-turtle:

christianborles:

so2460donewithyou:

the-eleventh-blog:

does your period ever come late and you start to wonder if you’re pregnant despite the fact the most intimate thing you’ve ever done is shake hands?

DO GIRLS REALLY THINK THIS

yes

yes

yes

yes

that whole mary thing really freaked us out tbh

amen

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dryadgoddess:

wearyroads:

Rainbow Gathering Montana by Weary Roads

one day, when the time is right, I will get to experience rainbow gathering and it will be magical

"

the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.
this is a beggar’s knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
through Madrid.
this is you on your
death bed.
this is Li Po laughing
underground.
this is not a god-damned
poem.
this is a horse asleep.
a butterfly in
your brain.
this is the devil’s
circus.
you are not reading this
on a page.
the page is reading
you.
feel it?
it’s like a cobra. it’s a hungry eagle circling the room.

this is not a poem. poems are dull,
they make you sleep.

these words force you
to a new
madness.

you have been blessed, you have been pushed into a
blinding area of
light.

the elephant dreams
with you
now.
the curve of space
bends and
laughs.

you can die now.
you can die now as
people were meant to
die:
great,
victorious,
hearing the music,
being the music,
roaring,
roaring,
roaring.

"

- Charles Bukowski, Splash (via justanotherline)

(via thinkthin4ever)

sarita93:

Truths that run out from the heart.

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grett:

home by jewdini on Flickr.

(via t1psy-gypsy)

My dear,

rstarrobinett:

Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

(via thinkthin4ever)

1nd2rd3st:

ridge:

do you ever pretend like you didn’t see something so the other person doesn’t feel embarrassed 

495,571 people whose mama taught them right

(via ohmightysmiter)

pureblindingcolour:

I would follow you to the end of the earth …

by pureblindingcolour 

(via trsom)

me: whats your opinion on tampons
little brother: they're little fuzzy sticks on strings
me: then you are ultimately more mature than most boys
little brother: why
me: for some reason tampons are gross and taboo just cuz they go in a vagina
little brother: well so does a penis and boys never stop talking about those
me:
little brother:
me: that is a fantastic point

" There is something
so lonely and tired
about the way
my heart beats. "

- (via caloriqe)

(Source: michellekpoems, via caloriqe)

(via caloriqe)

mentalvoyage:

jxntry:

daiselea:

I haven’t held your hand in eight months and the human skin replenishes every twenty-seven days. You’ve never touched this skin and I don’t think you ever will.

The caption

This hurts my heart

(via id-ratherbeheard)

We live on the cusp of death thinkin’ that it won’t be us.