The Prince of Party Justin Poole

orlandobloomers:

people used to have to paint their own selfies

Bet this made trading nudes a real hassle 

(via libithina)

Dear Ann Coulter

the-one-you-will-hate:

justinpoole:

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.

(via conservativegirlonpolitics)

Don’t let go.

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.

Dear Ann Coulter

Kill yourself you worthless moron.

First to Fall

The lord my Saviour, oh great omnipotent creator.

You who gave life to all those I despise.

My love for you knows no bounds 

Yet it was you who cast me underground.

Can you not see the irony? Can you not see the hypocrisy?

We who worship you with our whole being

Cast aside for a race who’s existence is so fleeting.

The rage I feel towards these insignificant little pests overtook my entire soul

My hatred of them for the place they hold in your heart caused me to lose control

The war I led was not for your crown, it was not to rule earth and above

The war I brought against your kingdom was a war to win back your love.

You’ve left me no choice now that Ive been cast aside 

I must now devote myself to destroying all mankind

“They’re doing the best they can”

Well that isn’t good enough

because everything they like

sucks.

All night

All night long I toss and I turn, all night long I thirst and I yearn. All night long I hope and wish, all night long I wish for a kiss. To find myself lost in the grip of her lips to black out all else as a total eclipse. To die in her arms and live in her heart it would all take but a spark to start. An ember to stoke, a coal to ignite, the fire in her soul, the heat of the night. So all night long it is of this I dream. A spark, a glimmer, a hope, a dream.

Cursed

A heavy head over stumbling feet

until thy bed dreams and fears do not meet

Sinking hope, lost in thought

By spiders web our hearts are caught

Porcelain flesh and wicked taunts 

A ghostly desire to forever haunt 

Drowning in devotion and whispered sins

A shouted memorial lost in the wind

Seeking her, I call thy name

A love lost once is never the same

So pray your communion and worship loud

Or break the trust and erase the vow

A Eulogy

I miss your gin soaked kisses and tobacco infused hugs, the stench of you always suffocated my lungs.  Long after you’d gone, your aroma would linger.

I miss your bleary eyes and your sloshy words.  The meaningful way you could give merit to incoherent babble because you weren’t ever all there but you weren’t ever entirely gone either.

I miss you in the kind of way no one can understand, the way one misses someone who’d throw glass bottles around the house and break your favorite records in a jealous rage.

The way you miss the one who spit in your face when you suggested the diner with the waitress who had the same hairstyle as her.

Its irresponsible and irrational to miss things you used to hate but I never claimed to be the most sensible of people.

And we never had the most sensible of relationships 

You and I were always the kind of people to hole up together in a dark room

with nothing but a bottle of pills, a fifth of jack, a gallon of water, a syringe, a few spoons and some fun to be had

When the party was outside, we were always in.

And they always rode us about leaving early

But you and I always knew we’d both check out early

and I think I am more bitter than sorry that one of us had to go first

Why?  I ask myself 

I ask myself why

every night

Why couldn’t it have been me instead of you

I hate you for leaving me with this mess

I hate you for leaving me in this world

We were supposed to be a team

and that is the way it had always been

us against the world 

no one hates things like you used to

No one is here to hate things with me

Now that I don’t have you

and I think maybe that is what I miss most of all

The miserable way you’d ruin my days 

for no reason

No reason at all.