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I think I'm gonna move my blog Like this one will say up as an archive or whatever I'll set up a queue to post my new url I'm just too lazy to delete thousands of posts...in batches of 100s Fucking lame See yall later
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neurotypical: u can Control Your Thoughts so make them good me: theres a tiny man screaming in the back of my brain and i only think about Blood
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WE HAVE NO GAYS AND MANY BROKEN TOILETS
whoever makes these videos is basically the constable-frozen of putin’s life
Source: youtube.com
Lay your hand on me one last time
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Sergei Gavrish, a Soviet Cold War era artist who, in the 1970s, imagined life in space.
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me: *dissociates frequently*
someone: what have you been up to?
me: dunno
me: wasn't there
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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via ateenagepoet)
Source: ateenagepoet
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But on this shirt
I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself.
102 - Matt Healy (The 1975)
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Anonymous asked:
whyyyyyyy you dodis i miss you 😭
I'm going through a rough time in my life and I want to clean my blogMessage me off anon if you want contact info