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Posted on April 11, 2013 via ferret butts with 31 notes
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How I feel when I get in bed hammered
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
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Amuse bouche
An artist without a muse: here is a recognised sadness. But what about a muse without an artist? Or can a muse, by definition, only exist in the presence of an artist? That seems unfair, because an artist is always an artist, even when they’re not producing art. So the muse is defined only by the artist’s recognition? So the artist pops to the toilet and while he’s out of the room the muse is… what?
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*WANT*
(via scarletfoxx)
Posted on September 26, 2012 via I'M GONNA UNLEASH A SHITSTORM with 63,431 notes
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WATCHING A PERSON WHO NEVER JAMS JAM WELL DURING A BOUT
Posted on August 17, 2012 via #RollerDerp with 17 notes
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(via rediscovergrammar)
Posted on February 17, 2012 via Father Neptune with 22 notes
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Leon Trotsky thinks you’re Hotsky.
Posted on February 14, 2012 via Ben Kling with 43,626 notes
Source: benkling
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Posted on December 15, 2011 via Did you just eat Sofa Pizza? with 30,941 notes
Source: funnyjunk.com
Some of this is lies.
