An Atheist and a Christian sit down at a bar. They both knock back a few drinks and enjoy each others company because they aren’t pretentious assholes.
Then Justin Poole walks in and berates them both for not believing in the one true God. Thrash.
(via submarinedreams)
Welcome to the church of Suicidal.
I never would have ripped off your wings.
I hate most of you.
Don’t you ever tell me how to live my life.
(Source: hillergoodspeed, via bookgasms)
But still, we get along famously and have built a relationship of sorts based on half truths and misconceptions.
We have date nights, where we both wear our fanciest clothes and we go out to dinner at the type of place that requires reservations.
After dinner we go on walks through our favorite park and when no one is looking we slip off the path and into the trees. You pull me down to you by my tie and kiss me passionately as your other hand fishes me out of my pants. I lift up your dress and we fuck just yards away from strolling strangers.
Sometimes we go into used book stores and find dimly lit corners where we kiss amongst piles of books. You reach up and pull down a book of poetry and begin to read to me as I kiss down your neck and across your collarbone. But then I get mad because I don’t even like poetry and I knock the book out of your hand and scream
“YOU KNOW I HATE POETRY”
I shove you to the ground and you look up at me with terror in your eyes
You see a look of shame and horror flash across my face as I realize what I have done but it is replaced almost immediately by anger and I walk out of the store, leaving you laying on the ground.
I come to you late that night reeking of booze and stale cigarette smoke and in my drunken stupor I have painstakingly scribbled out line after line of beautiful verse describing the intimate details of every single moment I have loved you.
I explain to you just how empty my life would be if you left. As if the sun had left the sky. As if all color had abandoned the world and all had gone grey. As if each painting had deserted its frame and left the walls of every museum bare. As if every note played by every orchestra had gone flat. As though every guitar in the world had went permanently out of tune.
And then I fall to my knees and I kiss your stomach and your hips. You tangle your fingers in my hair and you whisper “never again” And I repeat back to you as I undress you “never again” And I kiss you from head to toe and make you feel more alive than you could ever feel alone.
We make love like oceans crashing against rocky shores and the moons shift to our tides as we devour each other and become one once again
upon your windshield as you look for shelter from the storm
persistent
and driving
I pound out the rhythm on the keys of this old piano
its slightly out of tune and worn down but it still plays
it still plays music.
And I’d say the same of you
From years of use and abuse
from the broken hearts from broken boys
who used you like a throwaway toy
You may not be as pretty as you once were
Shiny and new
But I bet you can still make music when you want to
Lets Go Blues!
Its because girls are boring and lame and usually have no talents or personalities.
people used to have to paint their own selfies
Bet this made trading nudes a real hassle
(via libithina)
—Donald Hall
Kill yourself you worthless moron.
Dear Justinpoole, that makes you the biggest ass hole onthe internet.
You just told someone to kill themself. Do you feel good about yourself now?
I can assure you the world would be a better place if people like Ann Coulter were dead.
Twisting and turning
as you sleep
trying and trying
to get away from me
But I hold you close
and won’t let go
So even in your dreams
You will always know
You will never
be alone.
I kiss you softly as you breath in deep
even in slumber you know its me
You lift your neck
and beg me in
Answer my call with your lips
and when you give yourself
to my grip
You slip away
into bliss.
When the stars call
to take you home
You cry aloud
You don’t want to go
You hold my hand
and dream my name
Reach out to me
and again you pray
Just hold me tight
and don’t let go
Cause where I’m going
I just don’t know
So Take my hand
and stay right here
I won’t be scared
if you are near.
Whatever ends
can begin again
And if we end
We’ll begin again
So I know I’ll see you
on the other side
its been this way
since the beginning of time.
Cause whatever ends
can begin again
and if this ends
We’ll just start again.
Ann Coulter says wife of Boston bombing suspect should be jailed for wearing Hajib.
Kill yourself you worthless moron.
