Unplanned memories.

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And...

Thu, 23 May 2013 04:24:15 -0400

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.

I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned. See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. See I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.

See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem, it would be about you, about how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike—scared but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads, so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was, I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe some way you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me, because if you were here right now I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to, until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific Ocean. I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.

If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly. You see, I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet, I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice; so whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange, but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you.

And after all of that she was like, “So how do you feel about me?” And I said, “Put it like this: I want to be your ex-boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like trust you. I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile, and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line; we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you, and you can be ‘At Last,’ my Etta James. I’ll be ‘oh child when you’re in pain’ or ‘you could be candy coated drops of rain,’ even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music.”

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say no she is my musician and me I’m her favorite song.

Doubts.

Thu, 23 May 2013 04:18:57 -0400

Majority of all the things that I’ve doubted in the beginning but still took the risk to do whatever it was. The outcome were usually really good. And I swear I’m so ballsy for all the risks I’ve been taking lately. Even if they’re small things, I’m still glad that I took the chances to do them.

Ending the semester on a good note by making a pot of stew. Lol!...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:48:05 -0400

Ending the semester on a good note by making a pot of stew. Lol! Jk bonfire with the Akbayan family 💙💛

lokeanconcubine: siriusstark: awkwardsituationist: 98 year...

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:58:11 -0400

lokeanconcubine:

siriusstark:

awkwardsituationist:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well known fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.

there’s still good in this world

Oh, god.
My heart.
I’m going to cry.

the-absolute-best-gifs: “I want my life to be like an 80’s...

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:57:38 -0400

the-absolute-best-gifs:

“I want my life to be like an 80’s movie…”

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irwingmusic: lovethyhippie: Smoothest move ever club shit

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:55:47 -0400

irwingmusic:

lovethyhippie:

Smoothest move ever

club shit

Juicy.

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:41:29 -0400

Juicy.

Yesss.

Wed, 22 May 2013 01:23:00 -0400

• It’s summer time baby! Officially done with my first year of college. My second semester was hands down the best.

• Job hunting again.

• My car is slowly breaking down, but word is my pops is looking for a new car for me. Eeep! I really don’t care what kind. A car is a car, it can get me places.

• I don’t know how we got here, but I’m glad we heeyaah togethaa.

•The way you dance makes me not wanna stop looking and I like the way, yeah baby I like the way… Lmao

•Today has been a freakin wonderful day. Good vibes all around.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 15:14:46 -0400

Saying goodbye to him right now is like so difficult to me. The...

Tue, 21 May 2013 02:35:33 -0400

Saying goodbye to him right now is like so difficult to me. The next few months without you is gonna be hard but I know you’ll do great out there. My Marine, I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait til I see you again, I miss you already SGBestFriend 😭😭😘😘 @iankester

joseyourdaddy: Helping @iankester pack with @kaleenacourtney!...

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:22:31 -0400

joseyourdaddy:

Helping @iankester pack with @kaleenacourtney! ☺😔 We don’t want him to leave 😥😥

I can’t deal with anything right now. My emotions have like totally shut down. Saying bye to...

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:16:55 -0400

I can’t deal with anything right now. My emotions have like totally shut down. Saying bye to Ian cause he’s leaving again tomorrow. I would think the second time around to say goodbye would be easier. But it’s really difficult. Tears just kept running down my face. My best friend is gonna be away in the Marines. This past week with him back home went by too fast. Sad life. I miss him already.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 12:23:11 -0400

foyweezyy: Didn’t Stand a ChanceL: PassionR: Travis...

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:48:44 -0400

foyweezyy:

Didn’t Stand a Chance

L: Passion
R: Travis Garland

Perfect right now

strangeasanjles: farewell-kingdom: Scott Newkirk - New York...

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:16:56 -0400

strangeasanjles:

farewell-kingdom:

Scott Newkirk - New York cabin

karla-world: lovee

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:40:44 -0400

karla-world:

lovee

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Mon, 20 May 2013 00:39:48 -0400

myideasgoboom: :(

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:39:39 -0400

myideasgoboom:

:(

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Mon, 20 May 2013 00:39:27 -0400

Throw yourself into life: What I thought was love back then wasn’t. It was the youth and naivety...

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:39:06 -0400

Throw yourself into life: What I thought was love back then wasn’t. It was the youth and naivety...:

nikkiology:

What I thought was love back then wasn’t. It was the youth and naivety in me that craved love and the feeling of wanting to be loved in return. I want that mature love.

The love I yearn for now, is the love that will take time. Because the love I am building for that future someone, whether it…