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Rain's Relapse

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love

love is like a fart. It either has to be hidden and held with utmost insecurity or it can be out and the open full of laughter and understanding. Either way it has to come out sooner or later.

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To my New York friend.

You are probably my exact opposite.

Why the hell am I so interested in figuring out why you’re so interesting?

Seriously the worlds are literally like a checker board.

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tech n9ne

best stuff for me to listen stoned and dance to…I got the krunk ya feel me?

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(via girlsgotafacelikemurder) all around the ship, silence. The horrible screams, the deck breaking and snapping. The sounds of bone and oak in sync. But all silent. The beasts last scream devolved us into a mute and deaf mix of what was once human. Now scared. I saw him, my friend on the ship being pulled up into the air. His face was priceless with horror. True blood thinning fear. His soul long left his body. Just a ghost faced screaming husk calling to a God that forgot him. The cold wrap of death now upon me. Laughing. I can only laugh. The coil gets a better grip of me but rips off my skin in it’s process. I can only laugh. God forgot me as well. All I have is laughter.
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all around the ship, silence. The horrible screams, the deck breaking and snapping. The sounds of bone and oak in sync. But all silent. The beasts last scream devolved us into a mute and deaf mix of what was once human. Now scared. I saw him, my friend on the ship being pulled up into the air. His face was priceless with horror. True blood thinning fear. His soul long left his body. Just a ghost faced screaming husk calling to a God that forgot him. The cold wrap of death now upon me. Laughing. I can only laugh. The coil gets a better grip of me but rips off my skin in it’s process. I can only laugh. God forgot me as well. All I have is laughter.

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hint the slightest

jealous people make me laugh. haters make me smile. lovers make my pants smaller…

…that last one makes me laugh.

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When I’m home alone I just dance by myself.

I was told, beggers can’t be choosers.

What if I told you,

that to not beg, but instead imply, could lead to a choice that is obligated by the other.

That the action and choice is no longer your’s to bare, but instead put on the other to consider. The thought is there. The lingering question of what if.

Beggers can’t be Choosers. But they can be Silvertongued Thieves, hunting not hearts, but just for a moment’s peace of becoming the What If. Becoming the Now What.

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yeeaaah…

you know when there is something terribly wrong with your life, when all the coolest people you meet online live hella far away. Makes you want to shrink the earth down a little bit JUST so you’re in skipping distance of Japan…a jump over the puddle to the U.K. and just enough length to punch someone in the stomach in Maine, US. Cali mentality of the day.

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…Fuck Distance.

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@thiskingdombythesea

do you have anymore art pictures we can make fun of? I’m in that kind of mood.

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cupcakefetish: orgnlsweetheart: sydneystyles: (via slaughtermouf) maybe.
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cupcakefetish:

orgnlsweetheart:

sydneystyles:

(via slaughtermouf)

maybe.

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thiskingdombythesea: I need this for the winter. keeps me warm and shit. Most def it’ll keep warm. Now if only I could find ripped up shorts and I’ll be ready to snowboard…No goggles, No gloves, I’ll just go about it commando.
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thiskingdombythesea:

I need this for the winter.

keeps me warm and shit.

Most def it’ll keep warm. Now if only I could find ripped up shorts and I’ll be ready to snowboard…No goggles, No gloves, I’ll just go about it commando.

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