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suspendedspirits: definitely last night all day, every day.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:18:32 +0200

suspendedspirits:

definitely last night

all day, every day.

digitintheremisterspock: thesassylorax: spatscolombo: Spock’s...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 14:40:59 +0200

digitintheremisterspock:

thesassylorax:

spatscolombo:

Spock’s got moves; deal with it.

live long and get some

johncougarmellencamp0: neoliberalismkills: you guys I’m...

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:55:36 +0200

johncougarmellencamp0:

neoliberalismkills:

you guys

I’m highly amused with how quickly Villager became an inspired meme

turntechdestiel: seriously though, Norway probably has the most metal fucking musical pirate...

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:54:44 +0200

turntechdestiel:

seriously though, Norway probably has the most metal fucking musical pirate ever

captain sabertooth, motherfucker

you know nothing, jon snow. I do know some things.

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:51:14 +0200

you know nothing, jon snow.
I do know some things.

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Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:44:05 +0200

mishjerry: every times this comes around I laugh harder than...

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:41:40 +0200

mishjerry:

every times this comes around I laugh harder than the time before

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Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:39:56 +0200

axel1k: joining the smash bros roster, a psychopathic murderer

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 00:54:14 +0200

axel1k:

joining the smash bros roster, a psychopathic murderer

gerogemichael: mouleenandluna: gerogemichael: “Games with female protagonists don’t sell...

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 00:53:15 +0200

gerogemichael:

mouleenandluna:

gerogemichael:

“Games with female protagonists don’t sell well”

What? What`s nicer than staring at a nice ass while you play?

asleep

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 23:40:01 +0200

asleep:

soggypoetry:

1.

I have only met you three times.
The first, I complimented you on your
band name after hearing you mention it
while we, two strangers, browsed records.

The second time, I silently ate pizza and
listened to you excitedly discuss your
upcoming tour with the others squished beside me
in the wooden booth.

The third, I was laughing the entire time
to forget about the ache of my sore arms.

So, I have seen your faces fewer times
than I’ve been in love
and yet, you have been in my dreams
the same amount of instances I have had my
heart broken.

I suppose it’s not normal to sleep with a boy
before he’s ever touched you, but I can’t help it-
until you are mine to wake up to,
I will close my eyes and
find you in the only place you know my name.

2.

A group of friends met me at the airport last night,
the scene of my arrival twenty minutes of giggling through
tears.
When our faces had dried,
I noticed you in the background,
shuffling your feet and making eyes at me,
as though you wanted me to know that you’re sorry
for everything.

When the screaming of my alarm
(as shrill as when you shouted at me to leave)
jolted me awake, I realized that I
am too.

3.

I cannot shake your sad eyes,
even when I close mine.

4.

Before we kissed,
you told me about a reoccurring nightmare you had,
in which you were picked from the crowd at a
soccer game to kick the ball.

With the crowd watching,
you nervously made your way to the field,
but once there, found yourself too afraid to move.

It wasn’t until we were lying beside each other
months later that you told me the dream stopped
plaguing you when you finally
worked up the courage to
kiss me.

5.

I keep seeing the people I’ve loved
when I fall asleep, but have never
looked at my own face in a dream.

Do you have an idea as to what that means?

6.

When I could bury myself in your
naked body all night
I had no need for dreams
to keep me warm.

"I’m sorry I don’t call. Sorry I snuck down the stairs and out to the mouth of a boy who will never..."

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 23:35:38 +0200

“

I’m sorry I don’t call. Sorry I snuck down the stairs and out to the mouth of a boy who will never know my name. I’m sorry I ruined your carpet with a backdraft of whiskey. I’m sorry I told our secrets. Sorry I put them in a book. Sorry I didn’t tell you about it. I’m sorry for the freckles and the switches and the mean boys in grade school. I’m sorry I scratched your Neil Diamond record. Sorry I drew the picture of the dead cat. Titled it after my dead sister. I’m sorry they pulled her from your body like a sad wet sponge. I’m sorry no one came to the hospital. Sorry I felt sorry. I’m sorry about the stolen tampons and the nest of mice in the stove. The pennies for gas money. Sorry I drank all your rum. Sorry about the boy in the basement. And the one on the porch. And the back of your car. I’m sorry about the slashed window screens. And forearms. I’m sorry I lied about acid and the boy with the knife. The houseful of beer rats. Sorry for the weevils and the dead grass. I’m sorry I don’t call anymore. I’m sorry your life looks like this in photo albums. Sorry I was part of your stain. I’m sorry it took 36 years to say this. You hate me. You are too kind to say so. Sorry I told our stories. Sorry I am so small. Sorry I haven’t thanked you for sacrifice. For stereo and dolls and English and correcting my stutter and the big slumber party with all the gift bags. Sorry I vomited in the wash drain. Sorry I left. Sorry I came back. I’m sorry you still get so angry. Sorry I struck back. Sorry I loved you so hard—then turned like a coin that has run out of spin. I’m sorry the rock opened that boy’s forehead. Sorry I cursed you. Sorry I wouldn’t let you hit me anymore. I’m sorry I lied. Sorry I couldn’t tell you. Sorry I am a coward. My skin has started to yellow. My neck is curving into an ampersand. I’m sorry we can’t talk about it. I sorry we can’t talk. Sorry the world kicked you so hard. I’m sorry he’s sick, mama. Sorry all I can do is worry what happens next. Sorry I wrote the poems. Sorry I stopped calling. Sorry I don’t visit. Sorry you never wanted me. I can’t be fixed. We can’t laugh. I’m sorry I don’t need you like other girls. There’s so much decay in these bones. There are no grandchildren. Sorry I failed. Sorry I am alone. I’m sorry alone is easier than talking to you. I’m sorry it comes like this. Flood and undertow. Sorry I can’t sit comfortably in the same room. That I twitch like a startled moth. Sorry I came out hard and sharp and full of claws. Ruined your body. Only learned the wrong things. I’m sorry you’re so far. Sorry I have no intention of coming to find you.

I’m sorry I don’t call.

”

- Jeanann Verle, Genetics of Regret (via conor-broberst)

apriki: last night on Game of Thrones I am crying because...

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 22:15:13 +0200

apriki:

last night on Game of Thrones

I am crying because it’s true.

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Mon, 10 Jun 2013 22:14:00 +0200

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Mon, 10 Jun 2013 22:13:17 +0200

In this mysteriously leaked DVD commentary for Season 4 of...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 22:39:56 +0200

In this mysteriously leaked DVD commentary for Season 4 of “Game Of Thrones,” author George R.R. Martin drops some MASSIVE plot bombshells. (x)

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 22:38:06 +0200

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 22:21:04 +0200

jiosen: wholove: No, the kind of thing that can get her...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 21:26:10 +0200

jiosen:

wholove:

No, the kind of thing that can get her uninvited is calling him Doctor Who, it’s THE DOCTOR.

^^^^

best-of-funny: lulz-time: theblacksymphony: If this is your...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 21:24:23 +0200

best-of-funny:

lulz-time:

theblacksymphony:

If this is your husband, I have just endured a 2 hour train ride from Philadelphia listening to this loser and his friends brag about their multiple affairs and how their wives are too stupid to catch on. Oh, please reblog the shit out of this…

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