listen there ho

tumblrisforfaggots: I HATE THIS yam yam yam yam

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 00:17:57 -0500

I HATE THIS

yam yam yam yam

"Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy...."

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 01:33:11 -0500

“Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me..”

- Richard Silken

thedailywhat: Killer Costume of the (Yester)Day: What has been...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:47:42 -0500

thedailywhat:

Killer Costume of the (Yester)Day: What has been seen.

[via.]

WAT

siguessthatscool: what are you yum babies 4 dinner

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:20:10 -0500

siguessthatscool:

what are you

yum babies 4 dinner

iguessthatscool: andrewgouwen:(via...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:24:55 -0400

iguessthatscool:

andrewgouwen:(via stonerparty)

yum———————

thedailywhat: 2009 World Series: Jay-Z and Alicia Keys perform...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 22:25:12 -0400

thedailywhat:

2009 World Series: Jay-Z and Alicia Keys perform “Empire State of Mind” before the start of Game 2.

[via.]

"if u jack off into a cup and then put it in the microwave can you hear your sperm scream?"

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:48:59 -0400

“if u jack off into a cup and then put it in the microwave can you hear your sperm scream?”

- this 1 guy

(via ultra-violent) ya i wud~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:46:38 -0400

(via ultra-violent)

ya i wud~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I LUV U

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:42:54 -0400

I LUV U

this is me guise <3<3<3<3

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:41:24 -0400

this is me guise <3<3<3<3

oooooooooo is that cool or wat

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:38:24 -0400

oooooooooo is that cool or wat

no

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:34:26 -0400

guise i just ate a burger am i fat

ya bitch get rdy its 2:oo pm

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:29:19 -0400

ya bitch get rdy its 2:oo pm

When I graduated high school I was a virgin who had never been kissed, never had any drugs or alcohol and whose biggest vice was smoking.

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:35:05 -0400

kevinbinx:

Ask me where I’m at now, just four months later.

where r u

"i like cheese"

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:33:19 -0400

“i like cheese”

- me

lendmeatreble: water penis is ok

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:32:51 -0400

lendmeatreble:

water penis is ok

not true

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:31:53 -0400

not true

iguessthatscool: lendmeatreble: pic makes me lol every...

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:29:37 -0400

iguessthatscool:

lendmeatreble:

pic makes me lol every time

this counts

is this how i get tumblarity

wat

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:21:16 -0400

wat

"unicornology: (i know i’ve posted this before, but it’s just that amazing.) Close your eyes. A..."

Wed, 01 Oct 2008 02:39:59 -0400

“

unicornology:

(i know i’ve posted this before, but it’s just that amazing.)

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close
to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me
with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending
to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine
my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots
in the slatted light. I’m thinking My plant, his chair,
the ashtray that we bought together. I’m thinking This is where
we live. When we were little we made houses out of
cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It’s not because
our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we
struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring
your friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making
those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly,
my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing
for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw,
and this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is
a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me
tight, it’s getting cold. We have not touched the stars,
nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire,
the gold light falling backward through the glass
of every room. I’ll give you my heart to make a place
for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.
Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars
for you? That I would take you there? The splash
of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We’ve read
the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen.
The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left
broken in the brown dirt. And then it’s gone.
Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye
Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all
in Heaven. But there’s a litany of dreams that happens
somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling
on the bathroom floor. A page of the book where we
transcend the story of our lives, past the taco stands
and record stores. Moonlight making crosses
on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
We have been very brave, we have wanted to know
the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes.
This dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in
the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstretched arms.
Our father who art in Heaven. Our father who art buried
in the yard. Someone is digging your grave right now.
Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said,
so think of the wind, so happy, so warm. It’s a fairy tale,
the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished
halls, lightning here and gone. We make these
ridiculous idols so we can to what’s behind them,
but what happens after we get up the ladder?
Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it?
Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are
the monsters we put in the box to test our strength
against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here’s
the desire to put it inside us, and then the question
behind every question: What happens next?
The way you slam your body into mine reminds me
I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling,
and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding
the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t
stitched up quite right, the place they could almost
slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to
keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side
of the theater where the curtain keeps rising.
I crawled out the window and ran into the woods.
I had to make up all the words myself. The way
they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed
through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled
around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made
this place for you. A place for to love me.
If this isn’t a kingdom then I don’t know what is.
So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields?
Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets?
I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters
kept smudging as I wrote them: the hunter’s heart,
the hunter’s mouth, the trees and the trees and the
space between the trees, swimming in gold. The words
frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce
leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere.
I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor,
pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you
but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have
swallowed him up, they said. It’s beautiful. It really is.
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube… We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

”

- unicornology: