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we are born to die,
like the snowflakes in winter.
i am dying to live,
like the trees during fall.

yewglow:

randomlittlespark:

jesusinc:

"nerd" and"loser" were like hard hitting insults in the early 2000’s and now they are used as affectionate terms we have truly come full circle

Sorry, but no, we did a 180. A full circle would mean we went back to them as insults

nerd

(via zekestiel)

— 1 day ago with 150060 notes
Storm

It is raining.
Look at the sky,
look at it shedding
the tears I cannot cry.

There is lightning.
Look at the bolt.
Look at it burning
and tell me it’s my fault.

There is thunder.
Hear it roar, hear it rumble!
Hear it talk of my blunder
as I fall.

— 3 weeks ago with 4 notes
#spilled ink  #thoughts  #poetry  #storm 

captainthundercunt:

owmeex:

Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)

okay but THEY INCLUDED THE DOGGIE AND IT HAS LIL GREY HAIRS ON ITS FACE AHHH SO DISTINGUISHED AND MAJESTIC THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART

(Source: demilked.com, via smilehead)

— 1 month ago with 853849 notes

teenscoolest:

the only thing that brings me up when I was down is the elevator

(via fake-mermaid)

— 1 month ago with 134200 notes

shouldnt:

that awkward moment when you like the teacher that everyone hates

(via bonus)

— 1 month ago with 311897 notes

Was the happiness a dream?
I look at the pictures now
to remind myself it wasn’t.
You seem so happy in them
and twelve days ago
I believed it.

Were you, really?

— 1 month ago with 1 note
#spilled ink  #thoughts  #sigh  #young heart old pain 

I write this among clouds
32,000 feet off the ground
where no man has conquered

I am in a flying cylinder
that has somehow defied
the laws of gravity
and should it fail
I will crumple to death

I have blocked out the sun
from my window
My coffee is getting cold
and my ears are popping
but I don’t care

I am filled with wanderlust

Strange how
trapped in a steel coffin
miles above land
I am pensively
free

— 2 months ago with 3 notes
#spilled ink  #thoughts  #i was bored during the flight  #9:08 am  #journey to manila  #summer  #pensive vacationer 
My mother says

artisticveins:

that fan and AC are
human-made air,
'Crack open a window something
and breathe in
the God’s air’
And I am inclined to tell her
how humans can not
make air,
we can just move it around
sometimes; and yet
our lungs are empty of it.

— 2 months ago with 12 notes
"

do not fall in love with a poet
we are mean
we are vicious
we will hurt you

do not fall in love with a poet
if you break our hearts
we will show the world how evil you really are
through worn out metaphors and similes
we are loaded guns pointed at your heart
and we will riddle your very existence with bullets

do not fall in love with a poet
if you love us
we will write you out to be as perfect as the stars,
but you are not perfect
you are only perfect to me

do not fall in love with a poet
we are monsters
we use words to express what our voices cannot

do not fall in love with a poet
we destroy what we love
I destroyed what I loved,
still love

do not fall in love with a poet
do not fall in love with a poet
do not fall in love with me

"

i’m sorry you fell in love with a poet, i should’ve warned you about me

m.n.

(via unscriptedconfabulationmn)

(via unscriptedconfabulationmn)

— 2 months ago with 1008 notes
"I still can’t believe I survived myself."
Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up at Night #131.  (via perfect)

(via readers-corner)

— 2 months ago with 80385 notes