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Wed, 23rd of April

damn it I wanna scream I feel so ecstatic right now. I could do anything. I think I’m gonna make rice for sushi. yes ok ok goodbye tumbla

Wed, 23rd of April

I’d totally be up for sushi right now. Why is the world asleep. Someone make me sushi.

Wed, 23rd of April

"I’m in transit
Floating stranded on this boat
And I pledge my self allegiance
To a better night sleep at home” I sing to myself at 2:07 am

  the temper trap   fader   lyrics   with 1 note
Wed, 23rd of April

Do not ask me what the hell my legs are doing in this pic.
I do not know.

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Wed, 23rd of April
Tue, 22nd of April

Moving Target

It has stuck unto my skin
Target lines I once helped you trace
I corrected your posture so you would not miss
And you never missed.

Now. You should know
I am not still anymore
I will come and go.
Gone for hours, then back again
So take note
I am a moving target
Take note
I can feel the sting of arrows
Marking territory
Confident of their coordinates
But I am a moving target
Now more then ever

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Tue, 22nd of April

tonight is a “lipsyncing to old angry songs” kinda night

Tue, 22nd of April

vacataire:

i can feel myself loosing a grasp on everything important in my life, lovely 

Tue, 22nd of April
❝ You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. ❞
—   Warsan Shire (via paveo)   —
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Tue, 22nd of April

Read more here: http://hypetrak.com/2014/04/support-portugal-the-mans-endangered-song-for-the-sumatran-tiger/

Mon, 21st of April

"You could’ve been anyone, you know. Talented, confident, interested at least. You could have been amazing. But you had to be you. Just you."

  fml 
Mon, 21st of April
❝ Now the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more ❞
—   The White Stripes   —
Sun, 20th of April
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Sat, 19th of April

Sugar Trapped

Buried alive and sugar trapped
Growing wider. Never taller
And I take and I will never know what it is
to give. I have so little to give,
beyond sugar. I can,
I will sugar coat every single one of your overworked little fingers
Dark rings under your eyes. Too happy to sleep, are you.
Cheeks sucked in. Affection took a toll on you didn’t it.
And every last grain of sugar I will dust away
Until my lies and I are fully exhumed.

  poetry   poem   lies   sugar   words   with 2 notes
Sat, 19th of April

stalledsatellites:

In French, selfies are referred to as “ego-portraits” 

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