The Misadventures of a Poet

I have many names I go by, none of which define me.

thepoetspace:

When you’re dating a poet, sexting gets mad intense literally

every. fucking. time.

tsunamiwavesurfing:

at this point askin people if they eat ass is pretty much the same as askin if they eat pussy just assume everybody does and if they don’t you needa upgrade

(via thepoetspace)

klefable:

"u dont need makeup to be pretty just be urself!!!"

ok but consider this

  • i fucking love eyeliner

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lacigreen:

joponyhere:

lillianloverly:

THIS IS A PSA

THIS APP IS CALLED SAFETREK AND IS ABSOLUTELY INVALUABLE TO ANYONE WALKING ANYWHERE WHERE THEY DONT FEEL SAFE

YOU ENTER YOUR INFO AND SET A PIN AND THEN WHENEVER YOU DONT FEEL SAFE, YOU HOLD DOWN THE BLUE BUTTON UNTIL YOU DO

ONCE YOU RELEASE THE BUTTON, YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO ENTER YOUR PIN, AND IF YOU DONT THE POLICE WILL BE NOTIFIED OF YOUR LOCATION AND DISTRESS CALL

I TRULY BELIEVE THIS APP CAN HELP SOMEONE OUT THERE SO PLEASE DOWNLOAD IT

https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/safetrek/id716262008?mt=8

signal boost the shit out of this

THIS IS AMAZING SPREAD THE WORD

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klefable:

"u dont need makeup to be pretty just be urself!!!"

ok but consider this

  • i fucking love eyeliner

(via notenuf)

iamwizz:

 lift that sundress and let me eat it from tha back dont care how thick ya thighs is

(via justmenoraee)

jajakuroneko:

excuseyoukyofu:

"The Me Generation," as our predecessors call it, is the generation that cares about nothing but ourselves, which is wrong, because we have life so much easier.

"But young people these days have Google and the texting or whatever. What else could they possibly be struggling with?" — practically any older, middle-class person in present America

(via justmenoraee)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring barque,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

—William Shakespeare (via kushandwizdom)

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