burghers:

when people say nice things about you

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(via forgave)

y2kv2:

if your BAC is over 0.6% you die

y2kv2:

if your BAC is over 0.6% you die

(via lexington--)

"

I wish I could say that I love you with all of my heart, but the truth is
I love you with all of my parts
I love you with my big toe
I love you with my elbow
Shit, I love you with my earlobe
I love you with my head

Roses are red
Violets are a blue-ish hue
I like you one a level that two mammals under the influence of hormonal impluses can like each other when liking each other is a prerequisite for mating and further proliferating of species
I’m a hopeless romantic, I know
And I know that the answers are inside me but I have to ask
Can inner children be removed by c-section, tortured for the answers?
The thing is I smile when I remember the 12 year-old who preface every love poem with “When I was a kid…”

And I love you with my bleeding heart
I wanna know if this thing can fully un-glue ‘cause you have my atriums breaking in two breaking in new breaking in new heart
And noose is not just a knot
But you are just as art you lovely, ugly, stunning psycho
I mean all breathing things will rot so allow me to decompose you a poem:
Roses are red
And lately I’m blue
And lately I’m blooming
I love…
I love…
I love…

You know you’ve gone off the emo deep end when when you can confuse last night’s poetry with Taylor Swift lyrics

And I love you with my hips
Which do not lie
I mean, I really like you
You are so fly
I mean, what I’m trying to say here is that you had me at hell no
And I love you with my heels
For you I translated one of Shakespeare’s love sonnets into digital code
Check it out:
01010110 010110 01010110 010100
And that’s just paraphrasing

This is a love poem to the one who always lets me back
I’ve been trying to find my place
Walking these planks for a decade but ask me about my stage fright and I’ll tell you that it was disgusting
But the frog in my throat ate the butterflies in my stomach
I spit the frog out, took the leaping and started trusting
I’ve spent so much paper fitting verse to strange chorus
I don’t know what I messed up first, My socials skills or the Rain Forest

Dear Dictionary:
I don’t wanna make out with you once in awhile, I wanna roll you around in my mouth all day

This is an open letter to the four-letter word and every one of its brothers and sisters
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Thank you for the reading
It’s time to get a walking
You’ve been right there for so long
I’ll let you do the talking

"

George Watsky, A Love Poem (x)

(Source: xyliephonee)

"I can’t rock your world, but damn I can cuddle."

George Watsky, V for Virgin (2006). (via thug-lyfe-but-not-really)

tech-0ne:

godly-s0ul:

Goals

Reblog everytime this is on my dash

tech-0ne:

godly-s0ul:

Goals

Reblog everytime this is on my dash

(Source: benjamin-mutt, via aloha-stateofmind)