This site breeds fear mongering
This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
what if we all got paper lolGUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150
Tbh I reblogged this, then I got $150 in my account
I lose nothing and hey if it DOES work then more money for me.
being bisexual can be such a struggle…
on one hand:
on the other hand:
"You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t fucking breathe."
Friday, May 2nd, 2014 (via dissgussting)
If a man is only as good as his word,
then I want to marry a man with a vocabulary like yours.
The way you say dicey and delectable and octogenarian
in the same sentence — that really turns me on.
The way you describe the oranges in your backyard
using anarchistic and intimate in the same breath.
I would follow the legato and staccato of your tongue
wrapping around your diction
until listening become more like dreaming
and dreaming became more like kissing you.
I want to jump off the cliff of your voice
into the suicide of your stream of consciousness.
I want to visit the place in your heart where the wrong words die.
I want to map it out with a dictionary and points
of brilliant light until it looks more like a star chart
than a strategy for communication.
I want to see where your words are born.
I want to find a pattern in the astrology.
I want to memorize the scripts of your seductions.
I want to live in the long-winded epics of your disappointments,
in the haiku of your epiphanies.
I want to know all the names you’ve given your desires.
I want to find my name among them,
‘cause there is nothing more wrecking sexy than the right word.
I want to thank whoever told you
there was no such thing as a synonym.
I want to throw a party for the heartbreak
that turned you into a poet.
And if it is true that a man is only as good as his word"
then, sweet jesus, let me be there
the first time you are speechless,
and all your explosive wisdom becomes
a burning ball of sun in your throat,
and all you can bring yourself to utter is, oh god, oh god.
Mindy Nettifee (via thymoss)
OH MY GOD
"This is what I love you sounds like:
A whisper so soft it gets
mistaken for the wind.
Cracked voices, choking on tears.
Hearts beating in sync
with each other.
“Please don’t leave me” and
“I will keep you safe” and
“say it again”.
This is what I love you looks like:
Pink cheeks, stolen kisses, warm hands.
An open door that leads
My eyes searching for you
everywhere my feet takes me.
slowly turning into