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I am falling I have fallen I fell into you and you have surrounded me with love and grace and beauty and I would tear off any piece of me you needed to lay at your feet I’m just looking for a way for the words to tell you that you are everything that there is nothing but you for I am falling I have fallen I fell

Max Mundan, Falling/Fallen/Fell

© David Rutter 2014

(via maxmundan)

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This kid has a staring contest with #ESPN’s camera

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His eyebrows!!!

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Happy Days?

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I tried my hardest to be happy today, But the first thing I noticed was that it rained.

It rained as I placed my head against the cold window Wondering, if I was ever meant to change…

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- Written by Word of Chen

Reading on youtube: https://youtu.be/b14RmauuU8c

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I cant stop laughing

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this guy thought the bear had been swept away for a second and im dying at his reaction because that’s 100% how i would react

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Note to Self

Do not become your mother. Not because you do not love her, you do, that is one fact that late-night Google searches cannot tell you. But love is not equivalent to imitation. You are not your mother. You were born for a different kind of life.

Vote for the Legalise Marijuana party. If they ask why, tell them. If they don’t ask, don’t tell.

Kiss boys. Lots of them. Girls, too. When you find someone good enough, kiss them in your sleep. You’ll know them when you find them. Their lips will taste like home.

Sing. Loudly. Badly. Harmonise, or not. Fuck the soprano line.

Do drugs, but not the bad ones. Educate yourself enough to know what the bad ones are.

Have sex. Love it. Or hate it. Depends on the situation. Do not be afraid to let people see you.

Shave your pubes. If you can’t be bothered, don’t shave your pubes. It’s as simple as that.

Iron your pants. Do not iron your pants. Make your own choices.

Make love. Make cookies. Make friends. Make happiness. Do not let other people tell you the recipe. Your heart knows the recipe. Listen to it.

Hate Shakespeare, even though everyone will disagree with you. Express your opinions. Listen to other people’s opinions. Disagree politely, unless you really, really disagree. In that case, fight them.

Love your friends. Even when you want to hate them. Help your friends. Even when they do not want your help.

Breathe.

Quit smoking cigarettes. Don’t quit smoking weed, but acknowledge the fact that you are psychologically addicted to it.

Masturbate. Frequently. Smoke weed, and then masturbate. (Trust me, it will improve the experience).

Live. Live loudly. Live without fear. Live like a poet. Feel everything. Fall in love. Fall in love with the moon. And the trees. And the grass. Fall in love with the world in general. Allow yourself the opportunity to hope. Or to cry. Do both, simultaneously. Multitask. Read three books at once. Lose track of all the poems you haven’t written yet. Get back on track. Write them. Even the bad ones. Be the bad one. Break the law. Tell stories. Make stories. Stitch together a patchwork quilt of stories. Tuck yourself in at night. Do not forget to say thank you.

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When you dont have a dance partner

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Hold Wtf was in the tray ?

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@mrmongoolian

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He & She

                                                                              ~I. Storm

                                  All he is, is a distant storm                                         Whose rain will never                                                     drench me.                           All he is, is a distant storm                             Whose only cold air will                                                reach me.      What he was, was no distant storm,                                    But a tempest                                over my head.  Aft waiting for years to disappear,                 I put distance between us                                               instead.            Now all I need are warm clothes,                                And he’s as good as                                                           dead.

                                                    ~II. Horizon

                                                                 All she is, is the distant horizon                                                                Whose truth I'll                                                               never see.                                                            All she is, is the distant horizon,                                                          The reason I wish                                                         to be.                                                      She has ever been the distant horizon,                                                    That sheds her light                                                   on me.                                                    I’ve journeyed her trail so long                                                      On land and                                                          ‘cross sea                                                            As sad as denial can be                                                                                 I know she'll                                                                  never leave.

                                                                       ~III. Flames

                         All they are, are distant flames                                            Behind bars and                                             beyond reach.                  All they are, are distant flames                                   I benefit from their                                     light and heat. For a reason they are distant flames                                Too close and I                               can’t breathe,

                            ~IV. Anchors               

                                                      They are to me anchors                                                          One to cling to other to                                                              break free.                                                               One gives me what I should have                                                                 The other tells what                                                                     not to be.