K.M.A.

poopflow: i hope everything on the planet gets destroyed and...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:52:23 -0400

i hope everything on the planet gets destroyed and only this is left for other species to find the only artifact of what humans left behind

f1ftyseven: sammiierose: “I want you to bite my lip until I...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 21:19:58 -0400

f1ftyseven:

sammiierose:

“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly you see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture, every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me? And I said, put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say no. She is my musician. And me… I’m her favorite song.”

<3

valeriethai: Carissa is so sexy, it’s ugh.. jfklasjfdas.

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 21:15:04 -0400

valeriethai:

Carissa is so sexy, it’s ugh.. jfklasjfdas.

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Fri, 14 Jun 2013 21:10:16 -0400

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Mon, 10 Jun 2013 07:50:10 -0400

anonynaila: subvertcliche: mello-dramatic: Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 07:40:08 -0400

anonynaila:

subvertcliche:

mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

karla-world: fuck so perfect.

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 07:38:06 -0400

karla-world:

fuck so perfect.

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Thu, 06 Jun 2013 07:35:26 -0400

annchaaaan: gabbyroars: this is great LOL

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 07:11:17 -0400

annchaaaan:

gabbyroars:

this is great

LOL

thegreat-depression: deanazoid: butts-with-bro-shades: macabre...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 07:18:01 -0400

thegreat-depression:

deanazoid:

butts-with-bro-shades:

macabrekawaii:

iheartchaos:

Guy stages a fake occult secret society meeting, then orders pizza

San Diego photographer Tim King recently hosted a secret society-themed party for eight of his friends, complete with robes, masks, and a soundtrack provided by the “chanting monks” Pandora station. Then he ordered a pizza delivery, turned on a video camera, and waited.

See this is a prank. It’s fun, it’s funny, it doesn’t hurt anyone, and it gives the guy getting pranked a good story to tell with no skin off his back.

THINGS I NEED TO DO BEFORE I DIE

I’m in. HAHA

THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE. OMG.

andlaura: bravelittletoasterrr: No one will ever understand...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 07:01:16 -0400

andlaura:

bravelittletoasterrr:

No one will ever understand the love I have for her voice. Like seriously, wtf how is she not famous and raping every radio station with her music? It makes me upset lol

Beautiful.

damn.

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Fri, 24 May 2013 07:13:14 -0400

diorkisses: LOVE this.

Fri, 24 May 2013 07:10:45 -0400

diorkisses:

LOVE this.

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Wed, 22 May 2013 08:58:30 -0400

This is how you lose her. You lose her when you forget to...

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:51:19 -0400

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

ppeebee: IM DYING

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:01:10 -0400

ppeebee:

IM DYING

thelovenotebook: EVERYTHING LOVE & PERSONAL

Wed, 22 May 2013 07:57:23 -0400

thelovenotebook:

EVERYTHING LOVE & PERSONAL

marilynto: umistakemeforstraight: fearfullittleloverr: A...

Wed, 22 May 2013 07:48:37 -0400

marilynto:

umistakemeforstraight:

fearfullittleloverr:

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”

It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses. As early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through the evening and into the night. Remember to put the glass down!

I think this just changed my life.

Certainly changed mine.

malicemidnight: sapphirebones: jaacknasty: Probably the best...

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:08:27 -0400

malicemidnight:

sapphirebones:

jaacknasty:

~~Probably~~ the best 6 seconds ever.

i fucking lost it

fUC K

elissaalva: Needed something new .. so I asked @musicandglamour...

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:59:24 -0400

elissaalva:

Needed something new .. so I asked @musicandglamour to reverse my ombré 😊✨ She is too awesome 😊 book her @ Spanish Fly in Sacramento!