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12:17am April 23, 2014
flavorsofsam:

OH WELL FUCK I MEAN IF THEY TASTE SLIGHTLY LIKE FUCKING WALNUTS THEN WHATS THE FUCKING POINT OF TIME CONTROL

flavorsofsam:

OH WELL FUCK I MEAN IF THEY TASTE SLIGHTLY LIKE FUCKING WALNUTS THEN WHATS THE FUCKING POINT OF TIME CONTROL

12:17am April 23, 2014
aseaofquotes:

Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Girl from the Sea

aseaofquotes:

Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Girl from the Sea

12:02am April 23, 2014
vintagelibraries:

Public Library of Cincinnati & Hamilton County, Main Hall, year unknown.

vintagelibraries:

Public Library of Cincinnati & Hamilton County, Main Hall, year unknown.

12:01am April 23, 2014

Will you take a moment, promise me thisThat you’ll stand by me foreverBut if God forbid fate should step inAnd force us into a goodbyeIf you have children some dayWhen they point to the picturesPlease tell them my name

Will you take a moment, promise me this
That you’ll stand by me forever
But if God forbid fate should step in
And force us into a goodbye
If you have children some day
When they point to the pictures
Please tell them my name

12:01am April 23, 2014
11:54pm April 22, 2014
bambigoodwin:

lettersto-savemyself:

"Today in class the teacher asked the question, ‘Is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all?’ I said, ‘to have loved and lost’ and you said, ‘to have never loved at all.’ I looked at you and you looked at me, and thats when I knew you never loved me at all.
#25 in my “School Series” this was written at least a year ago while I was going through bad things in school (248/365)

this just tore my heart out

bambigoodwin:

lettersto-savemyself:

"Today in class the teacher asked the question, ‘Is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all?’ I said, ‘to have loved and lost’ and you said, ‘to have never loved at all.’ I looked at you and you looked at me, and thats when I knew you never loved me at all.

#25 in my “School Series” this was written at least a year ago while I was going through bad things in school (248/365)

this just tore my heart out

11:52pm April 22, 2014

drarna:

before blaming others, think: whats the 1 constant in all your failed relationships? its that cursed egyptian amulet why do u even have that

10:50pm April 22, 2014
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10:47pm April 22, 2014
tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.
10:46pm April 22, 2014
10:46pm April 22, 2014

“I have lived
in my body
for years
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel.”

— Body of Maps (via insanity-and-vanity)