I'll fly away...
on a. sin wagon.
I don’t know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can’t seem to get away from Can you dig it? You may never see it No, you will find it falling off my tongue I take it down town, finally lose it I don’t think it’s very nice To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don’t think it’s fair… Do you? You? Are...
How I Abhor My Self Inflicted, Abysmal...
It all starts on a Friday… be in the 31st of december, 2010, or this passed friday - these are the days which will have lead to the useless, attempted smothering of an uncontrollable conflagration. but that’s not really paramount to the story of how my day was today - okay it is. but regardless… MY PARENTS SAT ME DOWN FOR AN INTERVENTION TODAY. a bit of prologue for any of...
A Description of Good Coffee
It’s the smell of the finest leather and chocolate. The warm, wet aroma of a muddy forest after a summer shower – it is burnt mahogany rubbed with creamy butter and nutty maple syrup. Its bittersweet vapors caress the nostrils and kiss the back of your throat –
oh, tumblr. i can't wait to tell you about my day.
but be patient. the best day ever isn’t over just yet. i’ll tell you about it at midnight tonight.
Dear Grown-Ass English Major Who Says Twilight is...
“I was becoming obsessed by Edward.” Now sit down and shut the fuck up.
I miss her like the flower misses the sun…– A Knights Tale
...and you can tell everybody this is your song...
Anyway the thing is what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen
Our Patron Saint of The God-Damned Punks
aka the title of my final project for my Creative Writing class this semester.
I BE A POET, MOTHAFUCKA!
*I am a poet, motherfucker! Sir, if you’re going to declare your status as an icon in the English community, please do so properly. And what’s with the caps lock? Are you E. E. Cummings? Is your typewriter broken? I don’t think so. pdbaz
Upon a Dream Which Won't Die - by Michael Scorsby
with an ambiguous tenacity your upturned expressions of levity raise an intense brevity to crestfallen writers rejecting longevity it is with fear of the abysmal a distressing unnecessary or entirely necessary stressfully stressing lack of communication… save me a break from the dismal i request elevation
Im slowly turning into foolmanchu1...
foo4u17: …havn’t hit the alchoholic stage yet… it’ll come to ya. you just need to get beaten enough.
Cheers to mornings when your mom sees you walking...
And then she starts crying and you feel like a fucking superhero. himynameisanonandimanalcoholic
I think I'm broken.
What I'm Not
Danielle: i gotta go now because unlike u i actually sleep sometimes.
Me: sleeping is for people. i'm not people.
Danielle: obviously. cuz ur not a real person.
Danielle: unfortunately i am so i must sleep.
Me: fiiiiiiiiine. go be human and sleep. maybe i'll pretend that i bleed and have feelings and i'll go try to sleep too.
Danielle: u will not go do any of those things because ur a liar. but goodnight!