Get stoned. Get drunk. Have a party. Have a blast. Make a lot of money. Live your life with what you got.
but no matter what, make your time in this fucked up life we're living in worth it.
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The best poems are written _____________________________
The best poems aren’t written - they’re poured out.
The best poems are written from the soul.
The best poems are written spontaneously, unedited.
The best poems are written with all your being.
The best poems are written unapologetically
The best poems are written, leaving you feeling elated after.
The best poems are written.
(via superkami)
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dear nathalya levin,
i know we haven’t been talking as much lately, whether it be texting, calling, or video chatting- and i know i’m part to blame. i’ve been so unmotivated lately to contact anyone really lately, but it’s not fair to you. i really do miss you with all of my heart. i’d give anything to go back to this day or any day of senior year, because i miss us being so inseparable. you’re still my best friend and i don’t want to lose you- not now and not ever. i know us being away from each other makes it harder to bond on the level we were always used to, but i’m not giving up on you. starting tomorrow (though i have 7 and a half hours of class) i promise to text you as often as i can and update you on my life. i’m so sad i have no idea what’s going on in your life and it makes me so mad that i haven’t texted you bothering to ask, and i’m sorry for that. i miss you more than anything and i don’t ever want you to forget that, or forget how much you’ll always mean to me as a best friend. i can’t wait to see you again, though i’m not sure if it will be thanksgiving or before that. i also know that with all of the boy drama you’ve been having, i should be there to help you through it and be an option for you to vent to. i miss you so much and i want to fix this- you’re friendship will forever be a top priority of mine, and i’m sorry if it hasn’t seemed like it lately.
so lesbian
Look at this. He could have put a bomb in there, or a knife… but he puts a pie in the box. All for the sake of a joke.
Literally OUT of his mind.
(Source: jamespssmith, via awildpikachuappears)
it’s raining, we have past lives now
our greys are just a little bit faded,
white or black or washed or wasted
aspects of it seem rather fake
because if you don’t die of cirrosis
or emphysema you probably -
we probably won’t die at allwe have past lives now
some dismiss the rain as white noise there’s nothing
white about it
it’s positively filthy and should be treated as such
i’m only mad at the water as you are
because we read chopin when we were teenagers
and you were dissatisfied
see, i can’t bring myself to feel one way or the other
about a few different things when it comes to you
we just talk about my impulsivity
i’d probably stand at an altar with you
and neglect my logic for decor and julie’s sake
even though there are fewer firsts than rehashed topics
and re-imaginations of fine linens
that are much too expensive for us but suit our tastes the same
Everybody Needs A Hobby II of the Day: For the past twenty years, Harold Hackett has been tossing bottles stuffed with messages off the coast of Prince Edward Island into the Atlantic Ocean.
Hackett estimates he’s released some 4,800 messages, all with requests for response. So far he’s received some 3,100 replies from people all over the world — and he plans on getting plenty more before he’s done.
“I don’t think I want to quit until I shut my eyes for good,” Hackett says. “I’m gonna go as long as I can.”
Click here to hear Hackett talk about some of the more interesting responses he’s received over the years.
[bbcnews.]
I’m gonna get old and do this shit.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY