Found on cutedisease.tumblr.com
Probably worth a follow. Whoever runs it is perfectly balanced on that line between hilarity and cancer to society.
I could probably gain some popularity on Tumblr if I photoshopped my poems with Times New Roman font and weird spacing on a white background with maybe the occasional obligatory photo.
But then I’d be the kind of person who photoshops his poems with Times New Roman font and weird spacing on a white background with maybe the occasional obligatory photo.
And that’s not really who I want to be I don’t think.
tHAT RESPONSE WAS SIMULTANEOUSLY METAL AND BHUDDA
I like this kid
he dies
EVERYONE DIES
That’s my child. My spirit animal. I identify with this homie.
(via unrelatedphilosopher)
It’s visual irony. – View on Path.
The coolest thing I learned about myself in the past week is that I’ve never been baptized. Still got that OG sin.
— Apparition (@legittalon) May 15, 2013
I wish I was more of a tortured genius.
Eh. Never mind. I have writers block.
Damn. Now I gotta try this. Can it be that hard?
(via neatdeer)
Man, I’ve been watching this gif for like 5 minutes. Heart warming.
(via noglutesnoglory)
hipster filth. hipster scum.
you don’t know hipster until you’re a hipster bum.
livin’ off the streets.
no hipster fucking toms
for your hipster fucking feet.
I’m deflated of words.
The poetry I yearn to write is the scent of your skin. Waves of feelings, I want to conduct over your glistening aura.
Wrap tongues around the words of intimacy. Carve essences of transcendence in your psyche.
Words only frustrate me anymore. They cannot be crafted accurately enough to express how your fingers cross mine and my pores vibrate.
I lose my voice and gain clarity.
Walk into the door.
close it!
oh no your shadow is still stuck
to your feet and
oh dear
you can’t shake away that evil
I’ll just have to stab you with this knife.
Bright orbs illuminate
the dark cave.
Shadows dance
a knife carves
the ritual is forever resonate.
