May 2013
3 posts
lolaloslas:
I could seriously spend hours just looking up covers of my favorite songs
lolaloslas:
All that stands between me and my bachelors is one summer class
lolaloslas:
All that stands between me and my bachelors is one summer class
April 2013
7 posts
lolaloslas:
Oak Forest and Oak Park are not the same suburb. Oak Forest is full of crack heads and alcoholics, Oak Park is the birth place of Ernest Hemingway
lolaloslas:
If 12-year-old Chloë Moretz has taught me anything it’s that just because someone likes the same bizarro crap you do, that doesn’t make them your soul mate
March 2013
1 post
lolaloslas:
wethekeepers:
http://www.trntbl.me/wethekeepers
listen to my awesome, random taste in music.
This playlist has so much goodness, give it a listen
February 2013
1 post
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A Letter To You
One day, I’m going to forget to forget you.
I’ll brush my teeth in the morning, and again at night, and in between that time I’ll lead a you-free-life.
One day, I’ll be able to read and listen to whatever I want without worrying about finding you in the words.
One day, but not today
January 2013
6 posts
IT WOULD MEAN MORE TO ME THAN YOU COULD EVER...
hansbooboo:
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IT NEEDS 10,000 LIKES BY FEB 22, 2013 to reach her goal. Please like, and tell your friends. I’ll follow back anyone who likes the fb page, and promo, just let me know when you’ve done the deed. Don’t let me down tumblr. Let this be your good deed for the day. You’ll be making something amazing happen for someone who’s had...
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Your tears taste like the words you are not brave enough to says
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How sad is the world she lives in that at 21 it’s already too late for her
Prologue
Hannah retreated into her safe haven, her mind, except that right now, in this moment, it did not feel very safe. Her brain, as much as she wanted to, would not let her forget the events of the day. The way Johnny’s hand clenched tighter as the first scoop of dirt was poured over his mothers coffin, seeing him cry for the first time, the fight that broke out at the wake when he saw his...
December 2012
2 posts
18 tags
San Pedro
I saw it in your dreams.
Waited till the sand man wrapped you in silk sheets, and tore your walls down
I climbed through your subconscious
Tore through your memories
I drudged through the thick mess of hot lies caught in your windpipe
Floated down through your lungs, like Marry Poppins in the night sky
Thump, Thump, Thump, go the vibrations
Swimming against the gradient of your end all be...
November 2012
9 posts
11 tags
How is it that with one look you can completely change everything I’ve ever believed about myself.
The night I finally saw myself through your eyes, that was my pivotal moment.
My whole life leading up to that point.
Just you and I, alone and reclined, hands intertwined, and hearts full of each other
You turned to look at me, and between the lyrics, I could see it in the reflection of...
nakedwhitesheets:
-moonshine-:
-uhhleeseeuhh:
dezultory:
byelesbian:
devolition:
rachellrosales:
rachellrosales:
rachellrosales:
rachellrosales:
rachellrosales:
lana greets you
lana del hey
lana likes spring
lana del may
lana is a lesbian
lana del gay
lana speaks
lana del say
lana needs some money
lana del pay
Lana is a hooker
Lana Del Lay
lana is happy
...
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I have this overwhelming fear that I’m going to end up alone, and this isn’t coming from a place of insecurity, it’s just this feeling for as long as I can remember that there is nobody out there who would want me (in a romantic sense) I’m happy with who I am, and I have family and friends who love, appreciate, and respect me, but it’s just that I don’t think...
nakedwhitesheets:
erraticintrovert:
thegreaterjihad:
Just to give you an idea, Gaza is a piece of land that is 4 miles wide and 25 miles long. There are 1.6 million people contained in this area.
They have nowhere to go, and they are under siege.
I can’t imagine the level of chaos and fear that the people there are experiencing right now
May Allah have mercy on the people of Gaza, and...
Minimalist Explosions: #102 →
iamnotananagram:
I have this dream where my head is in the clouds, and my lungs are filled with stars, and I keep on swimming through the constellations but I’m drowning, caught on Orion’s belt, and the air is running out but you’re not here to save me. I ask myself why aren’t you here. I just want you to save me, like you did that night in December when the night was white and your arms were...
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#102
I have this dream where my head is in the clouds, and my lungs are filled with stars, and I keep on swimming through the constellations but I’m drowning, caught on Orion’s belt, and the air is running out but you’re not here to save me. I ask myself why aren’t you here. I just want you to save me, like you did that night in December when the night was white and your arms were fire shielding...
October 2012
3 posts
15 tags
#430
I read and reread the words you wrote.
Try to make out the letters where the creases and the salt smudge the ink of your felt tip.
(Tears)
Your words undress me
strip me of my reservation
I was selfish, and foolish, a daisy, a blanche
but mostly I was afraid of a 4 lettered myth
I loved you. I love you.
For always, and forever
“..It was conquistadores, and Don Quixote.
Salamanca y Neruda.
Amores y...”
– Iamnotananagram.tumblr.com (via shiveringbluestars)
mbf →
September 2012
3 posts
4 tags
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#245
last night I dreamt of you
It was beautiful, until it wasn’t.
The sun rose, and with it came the stabbing realization that WE, will never be
That YOU, are two-forty-five in the morning
And I, am inconsolable
July 2012
2 posts
9 tags
You’re ripping out the sutures of the sky.
Stitch, by celestial stitch.
Drip goes a star.. Drop, Drop, Two More. They’re Melting
Consumed in a white blaze.
Things Fall Apart. Chinua Achebe.
Star dusted tears flood the craters of the moon.
Eclipsed by your ignorance.
A whole world, a universe gone.
Just another summer night you say. A forgettable Monday, lost in a sea...
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Abner
I think about you a lot more than I probably should.
I say you’re merely Terra Naomi, Just a Passing thought.
A faded memory, a crumpled letter, just some meaningless lyrics.
But I lie.
You’re the cool breeze, on my damp skin.
My goosebumps in this heatwave
Everything you say to me gets burned in my brain. I can never forget. I will never forget.
Hemingway, White, Kelly, and...
May 2012
15 posts
9 tags
It's raining literary devices
It’s raining wisdom, No umbrella’s necessary.
Hyperboles strike brighter than lightening.
Alliteration, singing softly, silences me into a slumber.
Onomatopoeia, thunderous. BOOM! CRASH! SMACK!
It fills me with fear, like a metaphor…oh wait, a simile.
A black hole at the bottom of a river, attracts the red herring, misleading the just hatched salmon
Fallacies. Illogical,...
9 tags
Hyperboles and Heartache
You asked If I knew what a Hyperbole was…
…That’s only the most offensive question, ever asked, in the history of forever.
You grabbed my hand, and refused to let go.
I pulled, scowled, made a fuss.
You held me tighter
—My insides beamed. My heart smiled.
one hour a day. three days a week. 36 weeks.
6480 minutes
388,800 seconds
But it wasn’t arithmetic or english for all intents and...
5 tags
Running Away
*wrote this during behav. neuro. today. It doesn’t feel finished yet but I’ll post it before I lose it. Probs come back later. Spoken word is hard.
I run
I run run
I run run run away from it all.
From the be this. From the do that.
I run from the love me, want me, need me’s.
From the Musts and the Mustn’ts
I run
I run run
I run run run away from the pressure, like a boulder weighing...
The ramblings of a crazy, seriously sleep deprived...
A strange thing has happened to me in the past few weeks, I’ve been at a loss for words in every single aspect of my life. Thanks to twitter I can pin point the exact date: March 29, 2012. A day like any other, except for the fact that I had an epiphany. The most slap you in the face, ice water down the back of you’re shirt, holy shiz type of epiphany. You see, I figured out the meaning of life. I...
The Worst
You’re a real asshole you know that? You talk, joke, flirt, and flatter, fill me with hope and happiness only to let me down. You’re just the fucking worst. I swear. You’ve tainted all the things I love. Why’d you have to be a Smiths fan? Huh? can you answer me that. I can never listen to “Still Ill” again without physically and emotionally feeling ill. You loved all the things I love and in doing...
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Regret
*Scratched on a napkin from black dog gelato
Two Hearts
one pipe
one kiss
The syrupy sweet taste of smoke lingers on your lips
Embers warm they fill the air, as you run your hands through my soft scented hair.
Can you hear my heart pounding as our cheeks brush?
It’s all from you and your euphoric touch.
These moments I cherish, and will never forget, but how am I to know what I will and...
5 tags
My Ratpack Gentle Sir
*Written at swallow cliff
I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
My mind is full of you. I eat, drink, breath, dream, think, live for you.
You are all consuming, all encompassing, omnipotent and magnificent.
No one makes me feel the way you do.
When you grab my hand, and hold it tight I know in those moments that we are right. You make me laugh, smile, hope, love, and want.
Your...
4 tags
Your Voice, My Solace
*Written from my secret hiding spot.
Your voice:
It is a perfectly complied playlist that keeps me company on my sun rise run. A perfect mix of meaningful lyrics and fast tempo beats that keep my heart rate up.
Your voice:
It is an anchor, keeping me grounded when everything in this big bad world tries to knock me off my feet, and a shield protecting me from the worlds dark alter ego.
Your...
6 tags
Unrequited Red
Written while on the Red Line, I hate the Red Line
One thousand degrees of heat are eating me alive, my skin is burning and dewy to the touch.
My insides destroyed, ravaged, and scarred by a wild fire that wants to be free and out in the open for all to see
How can you pretend like you don’t know.
How can you be ignorant to feelings grand, all consuming, and for you.
My heart physically...
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Coruscating Eyes
Her Ice blue eyes coruscating in the sun cut through to my center like a sea of crystal and carbon reflecting glimmering rays of light into a deep and dark abyss
4 tags
Cheap Trick
Talking, Touching, Flirting
Laughing, Needing, Embracing
Two Hearts Set A Flame.
Beating, Thumping, Pounding,
Lusting to Know One Another,
To Be Tangled Up Into One Pulsating, Pumping, Throbbing Entity
I Want You To Want Me
I Need You to Need Me
'Twas my Birthday and I procrastinated because I...
I love language, and articulation, words and their conventions. I love expression, and books, and music, and emotions. I love the intricacies of relationships (Romantic, friendly, family). I love being moved by a piece of art. Seeing a deeper meaning, symbolism and color. I love alliteration, and personification. Hyperboles, and similes and metaphors, and all the other wonderful literary...
A Perfect Night
Tonight I experienced so many of the things that I love about life. Meeting a stranger, getting to know them on a personal level, and realizing we are so similar, we’re close to being the same person. Long talks in a city coffee shop till early in the a.m talking about life, music, books, love, religion, politics, the meaning of life. Sharing our stories of heartache, our dreams. Discussing...
