October 2009
5 posts
August 24th
Is she quick on her feet?
Is she graceful and sweet?
Bet she’s funnier than I am, and you know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted her just because it proved me wrong for once, anyways. I feel like closing up, crawling under the covers, clutching my little hands to my chest and never, never speaking again. I don’t want to say a word, out of fear that, should I attempt to speak, the only...
i’m starting over.
August 2009
459 posts
you keep looking for meaningful patterns in the static, and subliminal signs in repitition, and there are none. there is no pattern to life, no matter how many parallels you can point out. nothing is certain.
some things are certain.
miss eleven-eleven, little lady go-getter, you make things happen. you’ve got a plan. you’re gonna get what you aim for. don’t rely on anyone but...
darling, when it comes to love, i speak the language of the earth and the trees and the roots and my heart is as old as the mountains and you might think you’ve got something you can hold on to, but i’ll sell you love in the summer sun and abandon you by morning.
put me in your suitcase, let me help you pack ‘cause you’re never coming back, no, you’re never coming back cook me in your breakfast, and put me on your plate ‘cause you know i taste great, yeah you know I taste great at the hop it’s greaseball heaven, with candypants and archie too put me in your dry dream, or put me in your wet if you haven’t yet, no if you...
i want to make you feel beautiful.
(via ilikepeanutbutter)
WHAT!
my tumblarity dropped 400 points in one day.
shakahari started following you
skaa:
hey! thanks :) just a heads up, i post lots of pointless shit. hope you don’t mind :)
oh, i definitely don’t mind! and you’re very welcome :)
leave that blanket around you, there's nowhere...
(via fuckyeahbrighteyes)
I want to go somewhere beautiful, and stay there...
coolestpeopleinmcdonalds:
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.
I had to fold like a grey moth and let go.
– Margaret Atwood (via finallyseeing) (via here-we-are) (via libraries)