April92014

Take Me (home)

Seasons change the leave they fall
like my heart into your arms
we like to run in fields of sun
take me home to where i once was
take me home
take me home
take me home
take me home

Time it slips like a piece of thread
i bury my face you kiss my head
we both burn for the sins we mend
take me home so i can forgive
take me home
take me home
take me home
take me home
where the rivers run
where the sun it shines
where the breeze it blows
straight through my mind
where i call it home
where the grass is soft
where crimson sunsets
paint the sky
with all my pain
turning it beautiful once again
i said
take me home
take me home
take me home
take me home
take me

April82014

ourheartbeats:

askfenderman:

a-fit-mind:

armedforceslove:

  1. Attempted scaring my husband coming home from work, he knew I was there
  2. I told him to go back and do it again, but to act scared this time!
  3. Instead of scaring him, apparently I airbended the crap out of him and it was so powerful that it knocked him to the ground
  4. This is why I love him

I literally cannot take how cute this is

it’s not very often you see people on tumblr call a straight couple cute, which is why this makes me happy

No hetero, of course

(via trulyxshoxmoved)

1PM

Play off Stage

So this is love
I’m hung on you

My heart it sings
My love is true

I’m in a whirl
Melody in the air

I hope you see
Cause I feel your stare

So this is love
I’ve clung to you

My head it hurts
It knows the truth

I’m in a spiral
It’s the vermouth

I lie to myself
I’ve lost my cooth

So this is love
I’m lost to you

my soul it weeps
I’m living proof

That we are weak
I felt it too

I’m in a swivel
a pivital point

I’ve lost my love
We were disjoint

March142014
sketchyhydra:

A pixelart made on Pi Day.

Pi day ;)

sketchyhydra:

A pixelart made on Pi Day.

Pi day ;)

5PM

loss in cornhole toss

I threw myself at you a spineless homosapine and you pretended i didn’t exist

your pretentious nature pretending to be a potpourri

when your just filled with beans like me

what sprouted this lie? did you get a little wet when you were handled and coddled

not tossed around to give false hope of prizes that are meaningless for 

someone with good eye hand coordination and thrust expertise

you are as just as empty as me the seams sewed so tight so that we wont

spill ourselves out for others to scoff at and throw away like 

yesterdays paper and a half finished crossword puzzle that most people don’t have the time or patience to keep.  

I wish i was Sunday it reminds me of ice cream and days with out care where the world was beautiful and there was something clean about the air

not we suck our existence through a straw and let the government file us away like the best kept secret since kindergarten buried in the class garden  our teacher was the only one that took real care in making it blossom

no, we are not Sunday we are bean bags flung across time to make a goal that we might not achieve and as much as we believe that our fate is in our own hands it is so contingent on others 

we are stardust and dried beans that could be used in an apocalypse for nourishment but i don’t want to be dried up and empty inside 

i want to be alive not an  inanimate object that doesn’t have a purpose.

I want to be a bean sprout in a garden

July52013
ryan-andrews-comics:

I made some more pixel Marios!

ryan-andrews-comics:

I made some more pixel Marios!

July42013

Join the other Japanese roleplayers as we celebrate the Tanabata Festival, the day where the star-crossed lovers Vega and Altair are able to meet again, after being separated by the Milky Way.

It starts Friday (July 5th) and runs through Sunday (July 7th). Spread the word, it doesn’t matter what nationality or Directory you’re from! 

Cool

(Source: haroproroleplay, via trulyxshoxmoved)

April122013

rant

I’M STUCK AT THE FRONT DESK AND MY LIFE IS SEEMING HOPELESS

BUT I REMINISCE RE-ACCOUNT THE THOUGHtLESS TAKING MY BREATHE

MEMORIES FROM THE THE SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION CALLED MY FRIENDS

I MAY BE TIED DOWN BY THE TIES SOCIETY TOLD ME TO WEAR

BUT CREATIVITY LIVES HERE AND ON AND ON THEY COLLIDE CAUSING

CONTINUOUSLY COLLIDING CORPSES INTO MY PROVISIONS FOR MY ART

WHERE ART YOU MY OH INSPIRATIONS SITTING ON A CORNER WAITING

SELLING YOUR SOUL CAUSE DAD TOLD YOU YOU’D NEVER YOU MAKE IT

OR HE WAS VACANT THE ABSENCE IN YOUR LIFE THAT MADE YOU HATE IT

 YOU CAN ACHIEVE SO MUCH MORE DON’T JUST SIT THERE ON THE PAVEMENT

CURB-STOMPING YOURSELF AND SAYING YOU CANT WAIT IT 

OUT YOU SPIN YOUR LIFE AROUND LIKE A CAROUSEL THAT WAS BROKEN NOW

THE ONCE HAPPY HUM OF THE DRUMS SPEAKING SATAN’S SOUNDS

BUT IT’S NOT OVER NO ITS NEVER OVER 

TILL YOUR MORE THAT SIX FEET IN THE GROUND

OR SPINNING ASHES IN THE WIND

TAKE TUESDAYS WHIT MORRIE AND BEGIN TO LIVE AGAIN

HE NEVER STOPPED SO WHY DO YOU OPT 

OUT TO DROP AND LAY IN YOUR SADNESS

YOU CAN WITHSTAND THIS YOU CAN GET UP YOU CAN DO SO MUCH 

YOU JUST NEED TO FIND THE PEOPLE THAT KNOW WHATS UP 

CAUSE LIFE IS TOUGH BUT THE DEGREE JUST VARIES 

FROM PAPARAZZI TO PICKING UP BERRIES

WHO IS THE GREAT CONSUMER OF YOUR LIFE?

ITS YOU YOU ARE THE FOOL THAT CONTROLS

DON’T STOP FOR NO HO UNLESS THAT WHAT YOU WANT

YOU DECIDE AND YOU HAVE THE POWER LIKE HEMAN

ON A TOWER SCREAMING SO LOUD THAT YOU BLEW OUT 

A SPEAKER NOW GO FORTH AND SPEAK AND say things that mean something 

April12013

opal eyed truth

  • If I was a fish that watched you your whole life, would you feel my love that transcended through my glass cage into you subliminally? while you mistake another person who will be with you I notice everything you do and in the darkness of the night where you toss and turn in fright I know what you fear
March282013

Tunnage

vocalizing choir of melancholy hearts arise from these tunes stitched together with winds and string and vibes vibrating the inner working of my steam punk heart my gears shift and move with your symphony Mr. Elfman Mr Burton capture me eyes rimmed dark and pale faced thoughts of gothic elegancy showed in murky backgrounds these streets are filled with the most vile excretions that humans can bare dirt and filth but how beautiful we are in our most unpolished of states  poised in our animalistic intentions and our child-like minds imagine the most creative and highest of hopes, everything that can go wrong will go wrong but there is always light even in the blackest of storms

← Older entries Page 1 of 5