February 2012
41535) I'm so torn between wanting to be...
12:30 am is the perfect time to eat a pint of ice...
right?
Just wanted you to know...
ultimatumprisoncell:
That I love you, and yes, I know how much you love me. Sweet dreams. Of course I’ll worry about you, though I’ll try not to, dear.
But you’ll be on my mind regardless.
- Lion
cuz this had to be public and not over the ask box like the rest of our conversation. we get it, you’re a great fiance. thank you.
-lioness
that awkward moment when
you’re masturbating in your blanket tent and then you become absolutely aware of the ghosts in your room.
Last Time →
imthefire:
I came home drunk and we lit ourselves on fire. We were such flammable creatures then.
The neighbors must have heard us, burning up all the oxygen in our little apartment, suffocating ourselves with big, loud words. The cops encouraged you to stay the night with a friend. It was all they could do with no burn marks to show. I never touched you when we were on fire, a promise I...
“The day of the end of my wait was called “Thursday,” and I tried to pretend...”
– An excerpt from Blue Alyssa and the Sad Gray Crab by Amy Letter, as published in PANK magazine. (via bostonpoetryslam)
“There is no record of the sounds you made, no catalog
of sighs I might flip...”
– Karen Dietrich, What I Know So Far (via catsdontdance)
On Googling “Verbs” →
themirrorbluenight:
Intransitive verbs are verbs that express a==c==t==i==o==n without an object to receive. He laughed. She cried. He came. She slept.
Transitive verbs are verbs that express a==c==t==i==o==n that terminates in or is received by an object.
He danced with another. She made dinner. He injected himself. She walked out.
Linking verbs are verbs of the senses. feel look smell...
3 tags
“It was spring in Indiana when that man raped
the gray-haired lady who went to...”
– SEX EDUCATION- Stephen Mills
let’s run away. pack light, only things we can discard out the window when we decide they don’t define us. drive until we run out of gas and then start walking.
“you are an exit wound
the extra shot of tequila
the tangled knot of hair...”
– EXIT WOUND- Jeanann Verle
2 tags
“i know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is...”
– COMMUNION- Jeanann Verlee http://www.pankmagazine.com/jeanann-verlee/
should probably do work
would rather drink/sleep/not do work.
widest. poop. ever.
seriously, how the hell did that come out of me?