Baby Don't Cry.

did u sit in sugar cause u got a sweet ass

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:27:12 +0800

did u sit in sugar cause u got a sweet ass

How do I sit in my bed for the rest of my life but also become a billionaire at the same time

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:27:01 +0800

How do I sit in my bed for the rest of my life but also become a billionaire at the same time

r-amp: itunes has got it all wrong the hottest single of the year is me

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:26:53 +0800

r-amp:

itunes has got it all wrong the hottest single of the year is me

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Sat, 18 May 2013 23:59:39 +0800

itotallydeservethisurl: thanks i still have no idea what to do...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:59:21 +0800

itotallydeservethisurl:

thanks i still have no idea what to do now

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Sat, 18 May 2013 23:58:46 +0800

insomniaccity: (anything) feat. Pitbull

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:58:25 +0800

insomniaccity:

(anything) feat. Pitbull

moltres: overhearing a conversation between strangers in which they’re saying something completely...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:58:04 +0800

moltres:

overhearing a conversation between strangers in which they’re saying something completely wrong and you really feel like correcting them

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Sat, 18 May 2013 23:57:11 +0800

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Sat, 18 May 2013 23:56:56 +0800

"I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:56:24 +0800

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I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.

”

- Rudy Francisco, “Love Poem Medley” (via larmoyante)

“Whatever isn’t tucked quickly into the heart will vanish They...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:55:39 +0800

“Whatever isn’t tucked quickly into the heart will vanish

They go up in flames in an instant

The day’s events, all tossed into a graveyard

The warmth of the sea

The burning sun

The scent of the forest

Regrets, pleasure

They’ll never surface again

The world erases all traces of our existence

Everything vanishes in the blink of an eye

Nothing remains

Death turns us into data, our stories told by the living

In their own interpretation, mixing in lies with truth.”

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Sat, 18 May 2013 23:53:19 +0800

wallswebuild: I would like to do this

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:52:50 +0800

wallswebuild:

I would like to do this

"I want to feel it, the breathtaking certainty, that comes when you’re loved."

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:51:42 +0800

“I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.”

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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

(via tylerknott)

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Sat, 18 May 2013 23:48:57 +0800

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