I’ll stop being a sarcastic bastard when you stop being stupid as fuck.

I’ll stop being a sarcastic bastard when you stop being stupid as fuck.

we-should-fuck-now-that-i

WARRIORS… come out to plaaaaaayeeeyyyayyyyy!

WARRIORS… come out to plaaaaaayeeeyyyayyyyy!

The Heart’s Neuroses

Sometimes now and then
I have a hard time remembering when
I found you

If I’ve lost it all before…
If I stumbled back for more…

Once a neurotic dream
Now the whole world seems
Black and blue

(April 2010)

“It was magical to be able to be free in this nature with this child. She was a very lucky little girl – she was born and raised until the age of 10 totally in the wild.” - Sylvie Robert, mother of Tippi

Tippie, now 23, is the only child born to wildlife photographers Sylvie Robert and Alain Degre. The little girl saw nothing unusual about her company: “I don’t have friends here. Because I never see children. So the animals are my friends,” she once said.

(from Bored Panda, Real Life Mowgli)

boredpanda.com

Spock and Kirk's relationship in a nutshell

  • Spock: don't do the thing
  • Kirk: I'M GOING TO DO THE THING

tylerhoechln

Mary Poppins bag. #fashion #shoes #leather #canon #photographer

Mary Poppins bag. #fashion #shoes #leather #canon #photographer

hellyeahscarleteen:

Sometimes people have a hard time understanding what a happy relationship between two people who obvs think the other is awesome looks like.

We think this is one great (and holy bananas, so freaking hilarious) example.

This made me so fucking happy and was so hilarious- I cried with joy and from laughter.

hellyeahscarleteen

letsbuildahome-fr:

Drive It Like You Stole It by HaHaBird

hahabird.com

i am having a hard time breathing this is so amazing

nocoffeeplease

Self Begotten

Quiet flutterance
Voices utterance

Between our presence
By happenstance, my mind

Palpitations cadence
Pulsations consilience

Beyond your grasp
By blast, my energy

Chaos begets time.

(July 12, 2010)

Slick Waves

I love the taste of your lips
To feel them pressed against mine
Your heat beneath my hands
Sweat slick, riding the waves
I love the feel of your pulse
I feel safe in your arms
And can take control of the world

(July 21st, 2009)

Self

A spadish woman, sharp of the tongue. Has a great distaste for improbity. Eximious in nature, eclectic in taste. Veridity is of great importance. Did I mention, takes great pleasure in overly eloquent words?

Chaos in Nature

She is Chaos in extract, she is the cataclysm to my chemical compound. And in the end she was failures sweet release. She sparked hope, like Humble County sparks blunts. She was burning passion and empty fashion. No face did not turn, many eyes she made yearn. She built desire like Egypt’s great temple. She was slave to her ways, and victim to choice, she danced with life and gave wings to her voice. Think not of the loss but only the gain, for life is but ordered and mostly so plain. She was confusion marked by chemical fusion, she was ammunition with no end. She is volume enough in ways few but see, she is Chaos in extract and failure to me.

Shaun Luhaorg-Edwards 2007

Ephysian Providence

Twisting hips
Divine retribution on your lips

Protrusion, imminence
Your chest heated and tense
Consume a breath, so immense

Writhing flesh, we collect what’s left

An accord of resistance
Through your cold fingertips
In tiny sips, your teeth pinch

Eyelids flutter, muscles contract
Escapism in it’s final act

(Oct 8, 2010)