capsized* posted a quote
November 23, 2013 11:28pm UTC
what men think women love to be called: babe baby sweetie honey sexy what women ACTUALLY like to be called: lamp shade broken chair Samuel L Jackson dirty dish rag Mr.Clean Joe Biden what to heck if anyone ever calls me ‘samuel l jackson’ as a pet name i will straight up kiss them in the street
fool's gold* posted a quote
February 25, 2014 8:05pm UTC
Simmer down, simmer down, they say we're too young now to amount to anything else, but look around we work too damn hard for this just TO GIVE IT UP NOW. IF YOU don't swim, you'll drown, BUT DON'T MOVE, HONEY. ♥
She likes the poison She likes it in her mind She likes what it does And the things it leaves behind She likes the poison She likes what it does best But honey did you know It'll just cause more regret? Your life is gone Your heart is broke Hide behind the dirty Cigarette smoke
sacarter posted a quote
January 27, 2013 11:38am UTC
Honey, you need to buy some makeup remover and apply it to your attitude. And while you're at it, get some nail polish remover and wipe that smirk off your face.
fool's gold* posted a quote
June 27, 2014 6:07pm UTC
I'm gonna love you, UNTIL YOU HATE ME, and I'm gonna show you, what's really crazy. YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER, then to mess with me, honey I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you, gonna love you, gonna love you, LIKE A BLACK WIDOW BABY. ♥
appleloop* posted a quote
January 2, 2014 7:01pm UTC
I'm not a size double zero, I'm not the worlds greatest super hero, I'm not a beauty beyond belief, and I'm not as gentle as a tender leaf. I'm not drowning in money, and I'm not exactly as sweet as honey. But I'm simply me. And there's no one else I'd rather be.
Baberz145 posted a quote
December 22, 2013 2:29pm UTC
Think before you go and judge someone who is a diffrent race than you or tell someone they shouldnt date someone of a diffrent race. Its rude. Whoever agrees with me add this to faves and whoever doesnt thats ur prob
wearestarstuff posted a quote
January 18, 2019 8:48am UTC
22 December 2018 I imagined my mind knowing better felt my viscera quiver. the birds get startled into flight though always round-trip. it’s good to be home alone not that you would if I had anything to do about it but we make do. life sucks its thumb. you’re right where you’re meant to be. who’s to say blankets aren’t party dresses or that eyes can only wet in one way. gloveless in this eventide chill. luckily we aren’t parting thickets for interstices for clarity. I empathise with the trees that bend out of light’s way at least till rough limbs creep up gently against glass they refuse to crack. dirty bedroom window remains so. it treasures the head that rested on it oil and all pondering the ease with which we dance around naked intention. show me it’s possible to live and for quite a while without flowering a new wound. how lovely we are in our natural state. taste of raw tongue on my tongue waves fragile at our feet. we stay dipped long enough for our digits to grow old shrivel without fear. something once felt too cruel to endure. I would not have chosen to float if given the option. but now i’ll swim.