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“What if someone you never met, someone you never saw, someone you never knew, was the only someone for you”

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  • MUSIC ASKS these are actually pretty fucking hard but why not.

    • 1:   A song you like with a color in the title
    • 2:   A song you like with a number in the title
    • 3:   A song that reminds you of summertime
    • 4:   A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about
    • 5:   A song that needs to be played LOUD
    • 6:   A song that makes you want to dance
    • 7:   A song to drive to
    • 8:   A song about drugs or alcohol
    • 9:   A song that makes you happy
    • 10:   A song that makes you sad
    • 11:   A song that you never get tired of
    • 12:   A song from your preteen years
    • 13:   One of your favorite 80’s songs
    • 14:   A song that you would love played at your wedding
    • 15:   A song that is a cover by another artist
    • 16:   One of your favorite classical songs
    • 17:   A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke
    • 18:   A song from the year that you were born
    • 19:   A song that makes you think about life
    • 20:   A song that has many meanings to you
    • 21:   A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
    • 22:   A song that moves you forward
    • 23:   A song that you think everybody should listen to
    • 24:   A song by a band you wish were still together
    • 25:   A song by an artist no longer living
    • 26:   A song that makes you want to fall in love
    • 27:   A song that breaks your heart
    • 28:   A song by an artist with a voice that you love
    • 29:   A song that you remember from your childhood
    • 30:   A song that reminds you of yourself
    • 9 years ago
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  • Shouldn’t have eaten.

    (via wxstfull)

    • 9 years ago
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  • spencer-rs:

    amandabelle3115:

    what if our nipples were flavored based on personality? Like if you were a sweet person you would have vanilla nipples or if you were mean you would have black licorice nipples and if you were a bitchass you would have banana flavored nipples.

    what the fuck did I just read

    (via kingharris)

    • 9 years ago
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  • punkwarren:

    striderdaves:

    i love catfish so much because they act like theyre fbi agents or something when theyre really just using reverse google image search

    i thought you meant the animal and let me tell you that was a wild minute of me trying to figure out the psychology of fish thinking they’re federal law enforcement

    (via kingharris)

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  • “I can hear your voice as clearly
    as if you were a ventriloquist
    commanding your spoken words
    to take the form of a body next
    to mine so it would feel as if you
    will never leave my side and even
    now as I suffer through the constant
    drone of the heart monitor and
    footsteps of nurses and doctors,
    I can still hear you talking to me
    and promising me things you can’t
    guarantee and I want to wake up
    to tell you it’s alright, I won’t be
    breaking any hearts tonight
    because I’m not dying but I can’t—
    I can’t tell you that I’m not ready
    to leave this world and I am so
    sorry for being the tremor that
    crawls up your throat every time
    you open your mouth to speak;
    but for what it is worth, if I could
    tell you one thing it would be this:
    even on the verge of death
    my heart is still fighting for you and
    even on the verge of death
    you have always been the best
    part about being alive and
    even on the verge of death
    you will be the last memory
    to leave my mind because
    you are my final goodbye.”
    — Comatose (via ink-trails)

    (via ink-trails)

    • 9 years ago
    • 26 notes
  • If bruise were a colour

    mimickingmaelstroms:

    I’d paint my walls with it.

    Some days they’d look like flowers
    blooming beneath Winter skies
    when the snow’s stopped falling
    for a little while to let us breathe.

    Other days, they’d be paint water
    spilt on the floor and we’d lie arms
    outstretched over them, staring at
    the ceiling, soaking up…

    • 9 years ago
    • 1014 notes
  • sschol:

    this is from spy kids

    (via soulkillers)

    • 9 years ago
    • 1716843 notes
  • “

    They call me
    “romantic” with
    knives between
    their lips, as if I am
    asking for each word
    to be built from the
    ground from flower
    beds and open
    hearts.

    They do not
    understand
    my romance.

    I want to be strung
    up by my ankles,
    ripped open, emptied,
    and told that what
    I am made of is
    beautiful, even as it
    stains the kitchen
    floor, your skin, our
    conversations.

    There is infinite
    romance in truth.

    I do not want to be
    bottled, gathering
    time in your shelves
    until your birthday
    or a bad night or
    after she leaves when
    you just need
    something to help
    you fall asleep.

    In my romance,
    I am not
    swallowed whole.

    ”
    — to be the last romantic, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
    • 9 years ago
    • 248 notes
  • amandapalmer:
“no comment
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    amandapalmer:

    no comment

    • 9 years ago
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