We’d wear t-shirts with our urls on it.
And we could party together.
ommmggg
Rainy weather always makes me want to write
but not just any kind of writing will do.
It always makes me want to write a letter
to anyone at all.
So anyone interested in becoming snail mail pals?
I would most love to have more people to write to.
Just message me
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hopehandwritten asked: 5, 9, 32, 45, 67 5. kissed a boy? 9. slipped on ice? 32. failed my drivers test? 45. got engaged? 67. bought porn? |
Yes please!
That would be awesome ^^
because of my disney mood earlier yes please do this
This would be FANTASTIC
(Source: aladdinsfuturewife)
I stood there is shock
as everything happened
at once
the heat swept in
the sun blazed
spring became summer again
all seemed so well
as the season grew
giving this world
heat and sunshine
(heat and sunshine and
broken glass and dunes
against dry fountains,
glimpses of the
future in this city when
all of us are gone and
the sky burns yellow with
the fallout of our last
decisions. Sometimes
summer pretends, sometimes
summer only cracks
our skin.)
chances and moments
of memories
to cherish as we grow old
from summer love
and summer rain
to renew the beauty
we hide within
making lasting reactions
and blooming flowers
as things birth
and others grow
(a new solstice in a
broken city, whispers
in humid embraces along
empty streets, slipping
fingers into cracks, dripping
life, pulling weeds up
through worn asphalt and
the last cast-off
cigarettes. When we are
gone, the Moon
passes Earth by, and
the Sun also rises,
spitting on our creations.)
broken pasts
making room for new
as we nurture whats left
to become majestic
each crack and crevis filled
with new friends
and refreshing adventures
filling the mind
with even more stanzas
and metaphors
of experiences later
(futures built from cracked ribs,
amniotic seas stitching together
the past, the summer fills us,
and fingertips hold us)
together.
—Collaboration between emotionsforthepicking (normal text) and submarinedreams (italics text)
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Anonymous asked: a collab from behind the grey mask What is it you think about /on nights when you can't sleep /are worries keeping you awake /and do they make you weep /wishing you could escape / into a peaceful dream /instead of lying awake /trying not to scream /out all your frustrations /into the night sky /as tears form in your eyes /and you begin to cry /what is it that brings the tears /and keeps you awake /share truth with the gray one /and give yourself a break /from shouldering your problems alone okay gray face there is but one man he gives me moments only to falter I make excuses so my mood dies
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I want to chat and collaborate, but not one seems to be one to talk to.
I.
Want.
My.
Smiley.
pierced.
Why.
Can’t.
Piercers.
Near.
Me.
Do.
It.
BItch.



