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Viners

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Sydney Sierota appreciation post because she is beautiful

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I am just gonna answer the questions for rausiroo cause i don't feel like doing the other shit 

1. Who are your heroes?

Nicolas Cage

2. Do you judge people based on certain books/movies/tv shows/songs/etc they like or don’t like?

If you like a lot of popular music i probably want you to die

3. What book has had the biggest impact on you? 

the official pokemon handbook

4. Do you have a sideblog? (if you’re willing to share, put the url— if not, just describe what it is, i guess)

no 

5. What have you always wanted to learn about? 

i've always wanted to learn a lot about all the religions so i can spot the similarities between them.

6. Have you listened to any movie or TV show commentaries?

yes but not any ones that i gave a shit about

7. Do you like classics? (books or movies)

i often find that a lot of "classic" things are just praised for being classic but are actually shit

8. I’m going to steal iamthezombiegirlie’s questions: Who is your favourite character in your favourite TV show or book?

BMO

9. What is your least favourite book?

i dont like books at all

10. Who is your favourite character from your favourite book series? 

refer to question 9

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Untitled

She caught him with his pants down

Looking like a sad clown

And now, he’s ready for the smack down

They were both presented with a brand new vision

An image of a world that they didn’t wanna live in

Was given

But they would both take it to their grave

Because for one another the two were surely made

They couldn’t be apart

Their unity and comfort was a perfect work of art

And his pants on the ground were a stain

A crack on the frame

They didn’t dare to admit that it would never be the same

But art is precious

Their hearts were messes

They weren’t above

Fighting for their love

They weren’t beyond

Cherishing their bond

Just because something is broken doesn’t mean it can’t be fixed

The tower of Pisa would just be tower if it hadn’t slipped

She caught him with his pants down

His head somber and bowed

Angst seeping from his legs

His skin was flayed

Under his armor was the safest place

To expose a rift of regret and dismay

Lucky for him, for each other they were made

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This is my favorite stock image ever

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this is so me

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I realized instead of the poet; I desperately wanted to be the poem.

I guess that’s just how it works out. (via justmywrites)

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Sydney Sierota | Echosmith

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Bad Coffee

The following is a poem I wrote a while ago but recently decided to post on here because I realized not a lot of people will see it anyway. Enjoy.

It’s a classic story:   

   Boy likes girl, girl likes boy as a friend       And shit gets gory       Girl rips boy’s heart out and leaves it in the street       For a douche bag with big pecks on the football team       “But he has nothing that I don’t have!” you say     But oh, yes he does       He has muscles, a chiseled jaw, and he’s so cute because he likes long hugs       You wouldn’t have been into this girl if she wasn’t pretty, no       So you sir, are a hypocritical critical hippo

   ...      I hoped to never live this tale       But fate brought me you and from fate you hailed       We knew things about each other that no one else knew       I thought nothing subtler would bring me closer to you       After hurdles and hurdles came our first sense of bliss       And I assumed this dance would be long over with     The repose in our souls came from a mutual touch       But to you the solace we found wasn’t nearly enough       The tiger in the cage is only getting stronger       He’s growing by the ounce       The bars are growing brittle       And he’s ready to pounce       Why do I continue to let you taunt me?       I gain nothing from this like I gain nothing from coffee       I think it’ll wake me up but it only gives me nothing       And sometimes it makes me worse       But into infatuation by you I am coerced       Nothing is growing but my blind anticipation       Your ignorance is slowing like a kind of sick plantation       I give you everything and you give me nothing       Like a sly anal fucking       I’m sorry I think in that way       But through the slew of hateful expressions there’s not much left to say       The one who was you was the one who walked away       And the one who was me was not the survivor of the day       My sleeves hid my wrists and you knew what it meant       Because you had been there before and I knew that because I had been your friend       I didn’t hold the weapon, the weapon held me       But I am the only one to blame as far as I can see       So I don’t need your sympathy       I’m not okay with what’s happened       But I can’t turn back the time within what’s happened on this mattress       What I’ve learned from this experience       Is what I wish not to do again is go through that fucking shit       I am the victim of a crime committed by myself       Myself is under me and I am under myself       I lack the proper means to burn this vile book       And you can tear my soul with just one denial’d look       It’s a bumpy bring across a plain that I could never walk       Don’t help me up

I’d rather fall and die than listen to you talk       I’d rather implode in space than see your fucking face       My dark pilot scowls in silence       My pent up rage comes melting through my eye lids       I wish we’d fallen apart in just the same way       But the terrorists won and you missed the plane       SHUT UP       I can’t hear your name       I want to think of you as nothing more than just a dame       But bleeding lines and bad times make me think of you as more       Your memory keeps me awake at night, clawing at my door       Go away you fucking whore       I’m sick of your existence       I’d love to settle the score       But my angst can’t bridge the distance       Fuck you, fuck this life you’ve laid upon me       My chemical imbalance is an excuse given by my body       I haven’t moved on       I haven’t moved an inch       I may change for the better       But you’ll always be a bitch   

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100% obsessed with Sydney Sierota from Echosmith right now I hope I get over it soon.

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Obsessed w/ sourcefed gifs tonight

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One of my favorite people

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I made some wallpapers for my favorite band.

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Pants

Pants

The world would be a much happier place if we all agreed to stop wearing pants 

   The world would be more fun if we all jumped around to our favorite songs even if we didn’t know how to dance     The world would be a lot nicer if we all agreed to be honest about our thoughts     Like, “Hey, I don’t like it when you do that” or “Hey, I think about you a lot.”     If we were all honest about ourselves then maybe we wouldn’t judge one another     If we could see each other’s thoughts through words we might see ourselves as sisters and brothers     Maybe if we heard each other’s voices the way we looked at each other’s mouths     We might get some kind of clarity, not out of sight, but out of sound     What I hear from honesty is leaps and bounds better than words that are premeditated     Because after one dulls their pencil their thoughts become desolated     That might sound ironic coming from a poet     But I’ll have you know the backspace key was only pressed for typos when I wrote this     I wish all of my words worked like that     I wish I spoke with a pen so I had no option to go back     I wish my thoughts were projected above my head     But I keep them inside and hide them instead     My eraser salivates at the sight of self expression     Like it knows I might not want to say what I’ve already mentioned     But I view words as harpoons stabbing one’s intentions     Reeling them in and reaping them for apprehension     But I digress     There’s no hope for our world     We’ll never let ourselves dance     There is no pearl     But fuck if I’m gonna wear pants