gayleaf:

you’re not allowed to wear a cotton t-shirt unless you’re a true fan! do you go to the fields and look at it? do you appreciate the agricultural implications of a gigantic cotton industry? do you understand the harvesting process? name 5 cotton harvesting machines. didn’t think so

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Sun (Draft)

You came to me, disguised in wholeness 

with sun deep eyes, and honest intentions

You brought sun into my dark room

I swear you burned my skin every time you touched me

pain,

there are parts of me that enjoy it

 and overtime  parts of your body that have become too accustomed to it

spilling ourselves out through our phones electrical currents

these nights i dissolved into what we were and what we were suppose to be

You too busy replastering your walls

You, too fond with the idea of shut doors, 

batten down ribcages, and throat muscles 

I’m sorry I never I called back, 

every night it snowed white lies for months

I shifted past your messages like bad memories 

I wanted to forget you

your tongue was a shy clap mummering “I love you” like a secret to deaf ears.

Maybe I didn’t hear it,

 maybe I didn’t feel it  running through my veins

 or gleaming through my skin the way I wanted to.

I didn’t have the time to love you properly your walls guarding you like soldiers 

you’ve felt a similar touch beneath warm fingertips 

similar hickies on your soft side

I left parts of you high and dry in every place we had ever been 

and with late summer came late april showers

 and your tears soaked bed sheets 

missing you came in drawn out waves

currents too strong to allow me to breathe

I will keep picking up when that unsaved number calls you are voluntary pain 

you are poison my body has allowed me to tolerate

 still wondering where you put your body after hours

 Attempted to tug, and  pull myself out of every time I touched your skin, 

or heard your laugh, or indulged in being burned

slowly peeling off the dead skin your light leaves me in 

walking aimlessly down fucked up streets, with fucked up intentions

I forgot about striving to be holy

trying to make morning with you every night so you won’t have to tremble at the thought of resting easy

I daydreamed about you,

fooling myself

 left brain high right brain drunk

just to forget how are names fucking fit

coming down and I feel far from an appropriate balance.

your number scribbled over an old crumbled up receipt in the back pocket of  2 day worn jeans

 I could never delete your number like I was suppose to.

Fell into misery and thoroughly  enjoyed its company thoughts to busy with

Who’s accompanying you, 

music  played

but all I ever heard is you reiterate that you were a block away from hate

hating me, hating me, hating me, then hate me

But I will claw my way out of hell, 

pick myself up  from the depths of my own mind and dismay

remember how 

to breathe in,

 let you out, 

breathe in, 

let you out

and move on.

 

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condom:

I love when people shut the fuck up

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tuukka-rask:

if a girl wants to watch a sport because she thinks a player is hot then let her, it’s not like guys watch the VS fashion show because they want to buy new bras. 

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maliciousmelons:

when you are in a hurry and someone wont let the conversation end

image

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Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
― Things I’ll teach my children (via suspend)

(Source: infl4ted)

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