poetry is the
art that stayed
behind and watched
all the other arts
move on ahead
when the boy who never spoke a word
was asked to speak what he said
was too beautiful to be believed.
So if you come to me in the morning,
I can’t promise that I’ll be there at all.
I’m packing bags and heading to Costa Rica,
I’m standing up for the years I have crawled.
you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk
what if you woke up with amnesia and all you could remember was your tumblr password and you had to discover who you were based off your posts
“wow I sure had a thing for boats”
this is the most perfect thing on tumblr omfg
I just wanna s*** some d***
HOW MANY DOGS ARE YOU LOOKING TO SELL
and my U.S. History teacher was trying to get us to understand why it was such a big deal that England had put a tax on colonial sugar, and he goes,
"What if you had to pay a tax every time you logged onto wifi?"
And the whole class just went
and I heard at least two people whisper “I would murder someone”
I will keep reblogging this in the name of historical science