-you smell different when you’re awake -please help me (then smile as if nothing happened) -soon -you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it -your hair tastes like strawberries -tonight….you. -he knows, don’t go home. -I always knew you would die in my arms -every time I poop I think of you -no one will ever believe you -yessssssssssssss -I killed mufasa -I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear -mother told me it would be like this
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via and-suddenly-i-feel-nothing)
When people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say it how it is. It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.
-Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? Get This Book (via awesomebookquotes)
Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.
Steve Irwin (1962 - 2006)
“The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.”
just a guy born in the 70's who enjoys the female form, intelligence, and a little kink
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