Tchaikovskian ;

i miss you guys

Anonymous sent: I want to be your girlfriend

Do you?

Anonymous sent: hows your girlfriend

How’s yours?

By the way, I don’t have one. Stop digging into my personal life, Anon’s, while you’re there cowering behind ‘ol gray face.

losing followers all over the place.

sorry guys. computer’s still inoperable. :/

story-dj:

theaction-packedmentallist:

pretty powerful message
I love this, every time I see it.

Pretty powerful this - never give up, you could be on the brink of everything you’ve ever wanted.

story-dj:

theaction-packedmentallist:

pretty powerful message

I love this, every time I see it.

Pretty powerful this - never give up, you could be on the brink of everything you’ve ever wanted.

(Source: fierce-love)

DEDICATED TO FAWN’S VAGINAL CAVITIES

POEM:

A VULGAR MEANS OF TRANSPORTING CITIZENS PLAGUED BY CREATIVITY

VULGARITY:

A POETIC MEANS OF TRANSPORTING ESSENCES PLAGUED BY UNCERTAINTY

INTERCOURSE:

AN ESSENCE COMBINED WITH ANOTHER ESSENCE PLAGUED BY LUST

LUST:

THE FEELING I HAVE WHEN I LOOK AT PICTURES AND WORDS OF YOU PLAGUED BY IMPURE THOUGHTS

(because after all this time i still consider you damn sexy.)

SO TAKE OFF THOSE CLOTHES
AND LET’S PARTY UNTIL ONE OF US HAS AN ACCIDENT AND TRIPS, LANDING IN YOUR CAVITY.

dedicated to fawn’s hair

no,

   fuck.

I’m a liar.

This has nothing to do with hair

(be it the musical or the actual monster growing on your head)

or magical creatures that apparently only exist [and even then, in sparse numbers. one, perhaps, would say none at all] in SOUTH CAROLINA.

dollface.

    man, come on.

Beatnik beat with a bloodied baseball bat broken by a beer battered breakfast

It’s time to wake up!

And smell the ashes

       not to say you’ve been sleeping on the job

honey you forgot your suitcase

And you forgot to duck.

dedicated to fawn

but not to me because I’m always dead,

drinking mucho mango while sitting in the darkness of a starless sky;

crying and shying away from the dying land, flying form of the birds that talk to me.

Punctuation and functions don’t go together like bread and butter

(love and marriage)

but we go together like Elmer’s glue and an elementary school kid.

Just a little food for thought while you shop at Costco

and I serve samples down at the local Wal-Mart.

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thanks bbz

aratanaru-ashesofdreams:

i really hate how the entire glee fandom is focused on the god-forsaken shitty characters in the glee club and not on the actual, real, deep characters outside of the club - case in point, Will, Sue, Emma, Ken.

Though I’m only on ep. 7 of season 1 so i don’t know if the show suddenly becomes RachelquinnFinnbrittanySantana-mania or some shit like that.

Anonymous sent: How do you know you love me if you don't know who I am?

Because you love me, which I find a severe lack of these days. I love you for that, no matter who you are, or any previous convictions you hold.

i really hate how the entire glee fandom is focused on the god-forsaken shitty characters in the glee club and not on the actual, real, deep characters outside of the club - case in point, Will, Sue, Emma, Ken.

Though I’m only on ep. 7 of season 1 so i don’t know if the show suddenly becomes RachelquinnFinnbrittanySantana-mania or some shit like that.

Anonymous sent: I love you. :3 ♥

I love you too.

excuse me while i kill myself