piercethebeau:

boo-you-who0ore:

i love how he holds the microphone c:

my favorite part of the song
fawnsp0ts:

mangledsmile:

:c

Kristina your poetry has been on my dash quite a lot recently.
In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. Don Draper, “The Wheel”  (via n-0-s-t-a-l-g-i-aa)

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ofsquigdyandmen:

Hands of the new one,  We need you so,  To make way for the new born,  To be king again.
skinny-depression:

that is kinda sad
numful:

to late
skip-dinner-endup-thinner:

x
how-to-save-a-life28:

Poem I wrote: Sticks and stones May break your bones But food will make you fat
Sugar, carbs Grains, and starches Of course you don’t want that
One bite of food And you’ll be screwed  Put down your fork and knife
Let Ana in And you’ll be thin She’ll steal your whole damn life
theme