February 2012
58 posts
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the...
eyano:
-Washington Irving
Mom: *calls my name*
Me: *closes computer, gets up, opens door, walks downstairs, jumps through hoop of fire, fights muhammad ali in his prime, wrestles a bear, out runs usain bolt, climbs mount everest*
Mom: Hand me that thing literally 5 feet from where I'm sitting.
Me:
umagat:
James Morrison | Better Man
sha-clack-clack: “another corny valentine’s day... →
maaaricres:
“another corny valentine’s day poem” by maricres santa ana.
I’m not much of a bouquet of roses type person. I’d rather have one hand-picked flower. &forget the expensive fancy dinner. Id rather sit under a tree &talk for hours. I think mixtapes of songs that remind you of me are kinda cute,…
A Thin Catastrophe: What happens when you fall... →
athincatastrophe:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or…
