I have never taken the high road, but I tell other people to cause then there’s more room for me on the low road.
Tom Haverford (Parks and Recreation)


betterbemeta:

tastefullyoffensive:

[klaroline]

But you know a protest to this would be to just repeatedly clean the toilet. Just do it. Pretend you’re in a video game and grind toilet cleaning for points.
water and rewater and rewater the plants. Kill the plants. Drown the plants.
Expose the system. Exploit the system. 

betterbemeta:

tastefullyoffensive:

[klaroline]

But you know a protest to this would be to just repeatedly clean the toilet. Just do it. Pretend you’re in a video game and grind toilet cleaning for points.

water and rewater and rewater the plants. Kill the plants. Drown the plants.

Expose the system. Exploit the system. 

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Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
Charles Bukowski (via tired-and-uninspireddddd)

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thisisradioactive:

When you make a reference and someone actually gets it

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I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head. You just think that things will stay the way they are. You never look up, in a moment that feels like every other moment in your life, and think, Soon this will be over. But I understand more now. About the way life works.

One.
You asked me to be yours on a fall
evening as we laid in separate beds.
Even though we were apart, we
couldn’t get the other out of our heads.
With no hesitation I said yes, never with
a second guess.

Two. Three.
The packages we sent wrapped in
love and laced with the scent of our
smell, the first time I held something
of yours my tears had fell.

Four. Five.
I have found myself staring at the
map, point A to point where you’d
be. Goddamn these miles keeping
you from me.

Six. Seven.
Why is the craving of your skin
against mine the only thing that
causes pain and pleasure? No
one understands that the simple
touch is a treasure.

Eight. Nine.
The late nights of I love you. I love
you more. The thought still haunts
me, I’ve never felt this way before.

Ten.
I say, “I know I am a handful, I know
I am a complete mess.”
He says,“That doesn’t make me love you
any less.”

Eleven.
I could cry, not because you’re gone
but because you’re still here. Everyone
else in the past just seemed to disappear.
I have realized that all the loves I’ve laid
to rest, have led me to only the best.
Just stay with me for as long as we continue
to exist, hold my hand so tight until
there’s a purple wrist.

i.c. // "Eleven Months" (via delicatepoetry)

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st0n3rjesus:

contingent-dreams:

lunar-raspberry:

"And what do we say to death?""Not today."

"The fuck out my face"

"Talk to the hand"

st0n3rjesus:

contingent-dreams:

lunar-raspberry:

"And what do we say to death?"

"Not today."

"The fuck out my face"

"Talk to the hand"

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spookyscandal:

can i make it any more obvious?

spookyscandal:

can i make it any more obvious?

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mothbug:

real talk does anyone ever just take a moment to appreciate the flawless combination that is cheese and tomatoes

cheese and tomatoes

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cheese and tomatoes

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cheese and tomatoes

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c h e e s e  a n d  t o m a t o e s

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whoredinarygirl:

anytime a guy says “that’s what she said” always reply with “not to you”

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