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Name's Corey, for those of you who know me in real life and just got a random new follower.


Poetry   Asketh, for thou shalt be answered. Love letters also accepted.   Submit shit for some reason

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s a towel - does it smell like chloroform? 

Reblogged from thedevilsmuse

Crystal Tears

thedevilsmuse:

Crumpled papers in the corner,

that is all that I have left of you.

Shredded photographs

and burned love letters,

all coated with a fine layer of my tears.

The salt from them is crystallizing now,

making the shadows sparkle out at me

and making the past look brighter

than it really had been.

Reblogged from tinyalphabets
tinyalphabets:

C is for Chemist

tinyalphabets:

C is for Chemist

One Does Not Simply

One does not simply write poetry,
It takes a steady hand. 
It’s an art form, not a hobby,
It’s about men, not a man.

Choose the right words,
Use the right images,
Imbue the right meaning;
Without proper thought
One’s words won’t have any meaning.  

All one needs is just
A little bit of alliteration,
Just enough imagination,
A dash — of Misplaced
CapiTalizAtion,
And just enough repetition. 

And so, I reiterate:
One does not simply write poetry;
Poetry writes you. 

Reblogged from turnandleave

Over the past few weeks

One thing, one very important thing, has come to my attention: I need to get blown.

In all seriousness, this sexual frustration is driving me crazy. I can barely stop myself from hitting on my friends. The ones I don’t necessarily want to have sex with. The ones who I actually like as just friends and don’t want to date or get involved with.

It’s becoming a problem.

So, in conclusion, I seriously need to get blown.


Any takers? :P

Reblogged from raptorific

tomkingofireland:

lolalldayandnight:

forspacegirl:

God I wish I was old enough to vote.

only a year and a half more. i wish i could make this election though.

I’ll be just old enough :D

(Source: raptorific, via amantdechat)

A void

I feel like something’s missing,
Like something’s out of place. 
I feel like something’s gone;
An empty void in space.

I know exactly what
And why and how I’m feeling
But I just can’t seem to admit
Lest I reverse the healing. 

Reblogged from thec00lniverse
Reblogged from thatartyholmesian

it hurts, more than you could believe.

Reblogged from kingofhyrule
Reblogged from ninjadude69
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Reblogged from ultimatedrummajor

watching mean girls for the first time

bro I’m straight and I’ve seen that.

(Source: ultimatedrummajor)