auuughstin:

envy4breakfast:

CollegeHumor: The 10 Lies You Tell Yourself Every All-Nighter

I think I have said each one of these word for word

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screamingfemale:

titsmcgrits:

BEY AND BROAD CITY: MY TWO PASSIONS

amazing

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total-queer-move:

LOOK. IT’S EVERY SINGLE STEREOTYPE ABOUT MEN’S RIGHTS ACTIVISTS PUT INTO ONE HANDY-DANDY DEMOGRAPHICS SURVEY SO IT CAN BE STATISTICALLY VALIDATED!! [x]

THANKS R/MENSRIGHTS!!

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nevver:

Keyboard

nevver:

Keyboard

"You are in an in-between,
in a world with no memories,
so forget your hands and what
they’ve done before.
Forget your fingers.
Float in this kingdom without a name.

Be the kind of brave you’ve only ever read about
in books, then be braver than that.

Be boneless, but keep your spine.
Bend and bend and bend yourself
into a bridge that you haven’t burned yet,
then cross it.

You are more than you thought you were.
Unbroken and perfect,
healing like the bruise on your knee,
singing like a hymn where the only
words are
“I saved myself.”

Swallow the old world.
Swallow the darkest it’s ever been
and then keep it down until it
surrenders.
You are here now.

You are here and you are
the forgiveness in every mouth.
You are here, and you are glowing
like early morning.

Welcome back. Welcome home."

Caitlyn Siehl, You Are Here (via alonesomes)

"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours."

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”  (via 5000letters)

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Anonymous asked: You're fat.

alonesomes:

LOL, look, buddy. I told myself a while ago that I wasn’t gonna even post messages like this, but, come on, seriously?
I’ve spent years, YEARS of my life letting two word sentences like this make me want to disappear. I’ve spent years of my life watching people look at me like I am both too much and nothing at all. I know what it feels like to think basic acts of human kindness are things that I am not worthy of, and I am done with it. I’ve missed out on so much because of shitty people like you, and I’m not doing it anymore.
You cannot hurt me with this, is what I’m trying to say. You are missing out on me, and that sucks for you, honestly. Please go be irrelevant and unpleasant somewhere else.

Anonymous asked: What are some good poetry books?

alonesomes:

Literary Sexts (~~shameless self promo but it’s AMAZING)

It Looked a Lot Like Love by Kristina Haynes

Sailing Alone Around the Room by Billy Collins

Love and Other Small Wars by Donna-Marie Riley

Until I Learned What it Meant by Yena Sharma Purmasir

A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver

The Oregon Trail is the Oregon Trail by Gregory Sherl

"Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist.
Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me,
and here is the center of me,
which is a lake, which is a well
that we can drink from,
but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore."

Richard Siken, Saying your names (via sinkingdownthevein)

(via alonesomes)

"It’s the worst on Tuesdays.
On Tuesdays, my bed is a crib but I can’t call my
mom to sing me back to sleep in it
because I’m twenty years old and
I should know how to dig myself out
of this by now.

Nothing happens here.
Nothing spectacular.
Someone is setting off fireworks
outside my window and all I want to
do is catch one in my mouth.
All I want to do is rest.
All I want to do is stop.

Mommy, I think I’m failing.
I can’t get out of bed.
Mommy, I have a fever and I’ve
been throwing up since December.
I don’t want to scare you, but I think
my body hates me.
Mommy, my sadness has a mouth that
won’t stop screaming.
I think I’ll name it Tomorrow. or Evelyn. or Please.
Mommy, I think I’m supposed to be the hero.
I think I’m supposed to surrender to
whatever is broken inside of me and call it brave.
Mommy, I can’t.
I don’t want to be the hero.
I don’t want to be brave."

Caitlyn Siehl, Tomorrow. Evelyn. Please. (via alonesomes)

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"Do you know what everyone says about you behind your back? They say you’re a home-schooled jungle freak, who’s a less hot version of me."

Cersei Lannister [to Margaery Tyrell], A Dance With Dragons (via incorrectgotquotes)

"I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk."

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via nataliedormered)

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hotrufftrade:

sonofbaldwin:

#Facts

Think about this shit.

hotrufftrade:

sonofbaldwin:

#Facts

Think about this shit.

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