This description contains nothing profound or worthwhile.

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I’m not so glad I met you
It makes me wanna go away
I touch
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Where do we go from here?
You know I’m not the only one
Where do we go from here?
No I’m not the only one

Help Us Out!!!!! Prease?

theautologicalmetaphor:

nevver:

Of course

had the pleasure of my very first nyc stalker experience yesterday. he told me he was steve jobs so i’m like how does that work because i’m pretty sure he died a number a months ago and he said it’s a little weird but he actually had to die in order to come back to life, so i was all oh, kind of like jesus christ you mean and he was no not like jesus christ…i am jesus christ…and about how he now owns the city of new york now because his father willed it to him and recently passed away and did i drop my library card because he found one yesterday and do i like his ring because it’s a meteorite



He meant to say, “here is my library card, cuz I am checking you out!”

theautologicalmetaphor:

nevver:

Of course

had the pleasure of my very first nyc stalker experience yesterday. he told me he was steve jobs so i’m like how does that work because i’m pretty sure he died a number a months ago and he said it’s a little weird but he actually had to die in order to come back to life, so i was all oh, kind of like jesus christ you mean and he was no not like jesus christ…i am jesus christ…and about how he now owns the city of new york now because his father willed it to him and recently passed away and did i drop my library card because he found one yesterday and do i like his ring because it’s a meteorite

He meant to say, “here is my library card, cuz I am checking you out!” Source: nevver

Bri wrote this, I love it.

This makes me feel gross. I love it.

I don’t know this song.

laughingsquid:

Know Your Shit

laughingsquid:

Know Your Shit

(via swivelseat)

Source: stephenwildish

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One man and his bride

Have four beautiful children

What joy, what peace

What a beautiful family

He raised his boy to 23 

All the girls were in their teens

And to the sick man down the street

He offered his hands and feet

One man, one mind seriously ill

One gun, one life

He stole a father from his kids

And made a widow of his wife

Listen as his daughters scream

Listen to the thumping feet

Of the sick man running down the street

Blood on his hands and feet

He said, “Officer, I just shot the best friend I ever had

I’d do anything if I could take it back” 

Copyright: Thom Beall 2011

Let’s just say I’m a sap again.

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Good cray?