mememaster:

Tumblr users are 649283748% done with everything except their homework

(via fuckitbukowskiwasright)

aka

I’ve been deprived of Natalie’s posting genius.

I’ll clean up your riches with my rags and take a
deep
breath
for your every step.
I’ll stifle a laugh every time you candy-coat your ignorance with
repulsive
excuses.
How bittersweet.

Nevermind all this. 
I’ll keep to myself and keep scrubbing,
knowing that if you tried, you couldn’t get past the layer of
scum that coats your initial judgement.
I’ll keep smirking.
    

ponderbox:

I’d like to take those brown eyes and give them everything beautiful

A forever bloom

Bringing life and radiating warmth

Euphoric and invigorating 

Cascading over your entire world 

I’d like to show you everything

I could let you loose and you could be actively lost

The soft blue light above being your gentle guide 

A beauty that is and forever will be

Within your sight

seasicksailors:

old sport
old sport
old sport
old sport
old sport
old sport
old
sport

a poem by jay gatsby

(via hench-4-life)

I wish I had a hand to hold
One to soften the blow
An anchor to keep me from sailing away
Or an ocean to keep me afloat

Where is your spotted skin
Or your laughable condescending grin
Begging for some security
It’s security keeping you in

Oh, wait. I’ve been here before
In a place with unknown reward
I’ve been here contently waiting
Always waiting for more.

brightlightsloudnoises:

maybe one day i’ll catch you
between
lovers
with
your famous smile
and a bottle
between us
and
catch
the moment
we lost years ago

maybe the sun won’t
go all the way
down
and we can sit
forever, 
suspended between
today
and
tomorrow

(via sarahjanehaspinkhair)

     I wish I knew your mother’s name, or how you perceive religion. What thoughts lie beneath chiseled bone? What words linger behind clasped lips?
    This halo effect doesn’t keep me high anymore. I was granted a wish by an intoxicated nymph. She gave me you, but no other wish. I shoveled for answers in a handsome terrain only to find an empty tin.
     I wish I knew your favorite game, or how you play this one.

Fuck
Your body
Image

Give yourself
Satisfaction
Before expecting someone else to.

No, really.
Go fuck yourself.

Oh, what a feeling,
I can’t put my finger on.
It’s the area between singing
A catchy, but sad song

It hurts to feel warm again,
Because I doubt it so.
It’s a feeling fools feel,
And it won’t let me go

A shared smile,
A winter coat,
A brush of the cheek,
Can’t you feel it?
Maybe,

But we can’t see further than the in-between.