Pretty Fictional
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Lioness, Central Kalahari, Botswana by joe_killick on Flickr.
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My brain never left band. I’ve arranged my dice like an orchestra…. #dice #rainbow #dnd
It’s really bugging...
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Audrey Hepburn on the set of “War and Peace’, 1956.
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I feel it in my bones.
Photo + Edit: Kami Renee
Shego: Mie Rose
I live for Shego!
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every good boy deserves fudge
all cows eat grass
please excuse my dear aunt sally
dear king philip came over for ginger snaps
never eat sour...
The flame in
her eyes burned
the innermost
part of my soul,The world‘s best
poetries have been
defied by her
simple words.And this heart
hardened by time
melted, by the
softness of her
touch and love .And on that
very moment
I knew, I’ve been
enslaved by this
real goddess of
beauty and love…
John Green (Looking for Alaska)
Hurricane Rain
(via n3r4inhiding)
When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.
That is the ocean I want to dive in,
merge with the bright fish,
plankton and pirate ships.
I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.
Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney?
Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?
I don’t wish I was in your arms,
I just wish I was peddling a bicycle
toward your arms.- Jeffrey McDaniel
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There’s the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn’t be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you’d quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You’ll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you’d pull over, slide open the mouth’s
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don’t invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It’ll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don’t water the kiss with whiskey.
It’ll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it’ll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you’ll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue’s pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones
(via twentysixscribbles)
I will admit that putting a pen to the thoughts I have
Has been difficult at best. It’s because it’s new, I presume.
Because you pinch like a new pair of shoes,
And you smell so clean.
Would you mind if I tainted you with history?
Stained you in the ink of an LED screen?
I’ll try. I’ll succeed. And then I’ll know it’s worth it.
“I was trying to fall in love again so I went out with the person that liked me. I don’t like him, and I feel guilty now.”
I’m still looking up
even as my skies fade to grey
and then to black
and though I know
that there’s no turning back
the future is terrifying
my heart is racing, I can’t stop pacing
but I know the sun’s bright rays
once graced are gratifying
like a kiss given freely from your lips
reminding me I am aliveI’m still looking up
so that I may see your eyes
glittering like stars in the midnight sky
― Friedrich Nietzsche #Quotes
I wish I could confess the thoughts
that cross the ballroom of my tongue and
dance into the empty space where darkness waits.
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal…
there was a story I read where I remember
a boy who liked trees and dirt ran away
to find out how he could live alone and off
the land surviving on nothing but
his wits and his arrows that he carved
from branches as flexible as my mind
as I read the words and taught myself
to believe in sun rises and winter months
and how running away could simply
bring a problem back to you.
It’s funny, how we remember the smallest details.
I don’t give you enough credit, and I shouln’t
Spend so much time angry about everything
That I can’t control anyway.
I signed up for this when I sent the deposit away.
I let you decide you were right, and I didn’t
Give myself a say in whether or not you
Were wrong, as if I had a choice.
There’s always a choice.
