I’m starting to hate when people say “It’s just the internet”. No, it’s fucking not. It’s the tool that people around the world are using to watch every movement you feel you should post, which is almost every one. Don’t act like an idiot and then be surprised when it bites you in the ass. Either go down with the ship or get off it now.
(via thathipsterporn)
And then there’s that one kid who sees impending doom.
And is even happier for it.
You know those first few minutes within meeting a new and lovely person, when you’re trying your darndest not to let them know how utterly boring you are?
Cause I hate those moments.
I hate getting to know you’s and how do you do’s.
I can’t stand first impressions, and those s i l e n c e s
I just want teeth,
and contact.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
tan wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less
than your eyelids’ fluter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
and death i think is no parenthesis
—e e cummings
I LOVE THIS POEM!
I’m pretty sure we need to start a new trend that consists of posting our feelings- via poem. So I can stop contemplating lettin’ all my shit air out on the interwebz
I’m not calling you a liar
Just don’t lie
to me
I would’ve enjoyed Twilight a lot more like this
SO FUCKING ADORABLE!
Said the Whale- Camilo (The Magician)
(via tthhrraasshh)
Can you imagine Crystal Castles’ lifestyle?
They must be insane.
The parties gotta be sick.
Sigh. I want the exciting life.
As much as I want one of those exciting lives where the indie polaroid snap shots don’t tell whether I’m living or dying I’m having such a fucking rock star time,
I still really hope that there’s more.
