officialunitedstates:

juggalo-prince:

officialunitedstates:

new rule.  if you’re going to reblog my post and add a comment you will now be charged accordingly

i do not accept the chrages

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This is the kind of love poem
that cleans my name from between your thighs—
only to lay it back into your mouth gentle and inviting so that I might hear the sound of me from you again soon. Maybe broken, maybe croaked and vulnerable in the quiver of your descent but if I didn’t crack something inside of you between these sheets tonight then clearly I’m not finished yet. I’d like to say that this – this is all rust, all familiar, all been there before and stained-worn over time; but tell me, does it scare you as much as me to say that all I see when I see you is rain? All fresh; all foundation, nothing but tender against my cheek despite the cold. This, this isn’t the love poem that gets dirty, but stands with bare feet in the clinging mud after your dark, lust storm and says I’d love you so hard you’d grow from it. I am transparent for you, all sweaty palms and unlocked knees.

This isn’t the kind of love poem that knows temporary, this isn’t the type of love poem that takes you once and dresses itself up again; this is take me home to your parents and make love to me from across the room over childhood pictures, this is set our past, our broken on fire and slow-dance upon the ashes, this is: if my heart’s more resistant than my core when it comes to letting you in, knock the door down, break the glass in—I dare you, make a mess of me.

"This is the Only Love Poem I Know" -valentina thompson (via theseoverusedwords)

I’ve discovered there’s a lot you can do inside haunted houses.

fictionalfeather:

For example, you can:

  • be in a shampoo commercial

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  • start a boy band:

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  • spot some choice booty:

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  • break into song:

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  • see some people in frankly offensive outfits:

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  • attend a metal show:

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  • listen to some sick jams:

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  • discover zombieism:

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  • sample some tasty snacks:

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  • watch someone get burned bad:

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  • find something you really like:

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  • find something you really, really like:

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  • find something you REALLY REALLY LIKE:

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  • and wonder if you left the stove on:

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dressedupsoul:

Can we talk about how much I like reading nooks/alcoves? Like, look at these. I want one so badly. So cozy and secluded and comfy. (none of these images are mine- I’ve collected them over time because of my intense love of reading nooks v__v) 

me-allofme:

Louis C.K. knows how to do it right.

7:27 minutes worth watching.

"… You know the meanest thing you can say to a fat girl? You’re not fat."

tennants-hair:

scienceandfandoms:

tennants-hair:

tennants-hair:

my mom and i were trying to name all 9 planets of the solar system and we only had eight so i looked it up and guess what

we forgot the earth

the earth

i’ve gotten at least 10 messages telling me there are 8 planets not 9

well i only have one thing to say to y’all

VIVA LA PLUTO

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OH MY GOD THERE’S ARTWORK

Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?

Helena Bonham Carter (via qoldlush)

(Source: splitterherzen)