This was so cute — I’m glad you’re enjoying your body! It sounds amazing, being an elite athlete is hardcore and you should rock those abs wherever you can!
okay seriously if you’re in a relationship or even a friendship and you find yourself spending more time crying out of sadness or arguing with them, leave them. i don’t care if they’re a modern day aphrodite/adonis or a gift bestowed upon you by the gods. toxic people are dangerous and i highly advise cutting them out of your life and finding someone who makes you laugh until you snort your drink out your nose instead.
Omg babe (◡‿◡✿)
You can credit me as either “d.a.s” or “backshelfpoet.tumblr.com”
In response to the GoFundMe Campaign for Darren Wilson, people are asking GoFundMe to close the account due to the fact that it incites hate and obviously violates their terms and conditions
The donors and the comments attached to the campaign are sick and simply racist. They asking for the “Killing of Niggers”, “purging the savages” and to support a “fellow White” individual that has the right to murder Black people.
Pass this around. Report the Darren Wilson page as for the violation
I will add their contact info as soon as I find it.
I can’t work out how to report this? It just keeps taking me to an FAQ/contact us page.
Leave her and find some other bitches to roll with, babe. The kind of friends that will lend you their red lipstick and help you kick ass.
This is my mean streak it tastes
like irish breakfast tea and milk
This is where I waste
The kettle’s gone dry.
I don’t remember driving
home from work tonight it
was all a yellow lined blur
just like I don’t keep your
number in my phone
For a year it was my wifi password
to show all my friends I just can’t
I recite the numbers in my
head instead of screaming
when I’d rather be choking
on your fingers in my mouth.
And I guess I miss Seattle like
an old lover and I guess we
ended on bad terms.
It’s just the wanting that does it.
It’s the fact that I can run my hands
through the sand but I will
never own the sea.
This is poetry as catharsis no
this is poetry as revenge.
I want you to swallow these words
and tell me if they taste like
your Catholic shame.
This is the stolen shopping cart and
blood in the tub and my legs
not moving right.
You were one inch from the edge of this bed,
I drag you back, a sleepyhead