Jun 03 Reblogged
You know, I wish I had had an entire week to spend with Rachael and Eden.
I would’ve loved to be down here and gone to City Place, seen a movie, visited the stables and seen Sam, met Sabrina/Ray and whomever for longer than an awkward wave, really gotten to see the place my loves lived and grew up. I almost feel robbed, not having the experience.
And if I’d been there longer than a day, the initial ‘omgc’mere’ clinginess would’ve dissipated, and I could have felt what it’s really like to be with both of you without the time-crunch.
I’m disappointed I didn’t get that. And with what little time I have with my own family, I don’t think I can get it.
Tumblr won’t let me reply, I’ll reblog instead
There’s always summer. I plan to come down here and visit, you can too.
Jun 03 Reblogged
In this city you hold on as tightly as you can
You don’t take anything for truth
It’s like walking on a razor’s edge
and everything around is crumbling girl
you only have to look around for proof
When I was a young boy things were different
a man was allowed to be a man
I grew up too fast like I was racing with the devil
I’ve felt the blade so many times
Emily Girl won’t you take my hand
and we’ll ride
Across the barren face of this desert road
Baby you set my wheels on fire
I’ll rev my engine till the sound is just deafening
Emily baby I promise you
We’ll make it out of this wasteland
I know you worry the way thing will turn out
it seems this city doesn’t love the man with a beard
they say a man has to give up the very thing he loves here
But I will not live like that
i will not live in fear.
I will not let them take it from me no matter how hard they’ll try
Most men, when they have a knife to their chin they find they’d rather give up than die
So many faces bare
So many faces so cold
just hold on to me
We can weather the night behind my whiskers girl
we can get out of town before we both get too old
and we’ll ride
and when the engine gives out we won’t worry
we know how we’ll get by
We’ll catch the wind with the hairs on my chin
and then baby we’ll take to the sky
we’ll say hello to the angels in heaven (sup girl)
and then we’ll pass heaven by
we’ve got better things to do with our time
then shave our faces and die
Don’t give up
Don’t give in
Without a beard you know you’ll never win
But girl Its time for me to go
Where only a man can go
My heart is on fire and if I don’t feed it fast it’ll just burn up and fade
I love you girl you’ve got to know that
You’ll be so proud of me
You’ll watch me hop on my pegasus, girl
10000 angels singing for me as I ride my pegasus through the city to the edge of the city and then out of the city and into the fields
Fields thick and strong like the beard that I’ll grow
you’ll watch as I ride through the night
You’ll see, I’ll set the night on fire with my burning heart and my glorious man beard
And everyone will love me and I’ll be a man
I’ll finally be a man.
Jun 02 Reblogged
Burn until there's nothin' left to burn about: my current otp →
“Sometimes I worry,” Boggle said, tilting his head sadly to the side. “I’m just a little owl, and so many people have such big problems. I want to help them all, because they’re all good people, but I’m just one little owl!”
“I’m here to help you,” the calming manatee replied…
Jun 02 Reblogged
Dear every manufacturer of women’s clothing, ever:
Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
No love,
Jilli
And make the pockets deeper, you soulless bastards.
You know what just give us pockets on things in general
real, actual pockets
I found a pair of cargo pants in which the pockets were fake
what is the point of fake pocket cargo pants god damnit
Jun 02 Reblogged
Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide -David Bowie (The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars)
Oh no love! you’re not alone
You’re watching yourself but you’re too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you’re not alone
No matter what or who you’ve been
No matter when or where you’ve seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain
You’re not alone
