let me lay down some facts for you:
- aliens are real
- horoscopes are real
- skeletons are real
- star wars is probably real
- linkin park is almost too real
thats a cool skeleton fresh from skeleton hell
i love that fall has a feeling, it’s not even the taste of smoke and barbeque in the air or the smell of wet dead leaves, it’s like a palpable feeling against your skin. it reminds me of renaissance festivals and cider barns and long highway drives to lawrence with the trees all sunset-shaded on the side of the road and cold night bonfires and guys i really fucking love autumn
look how cute we are
We are but you are supposed to be asleep
CUTIE PATOOTIES THAT I MISS AND DRANK COFFEE WITH ONCE UPON A TIME
cannot stop self from contributing to stupid facebook arguments 2k14
Writers are pretentious and
every time one tells me that my
writing is too subtle / not simple /
overrated / uninsightful— I want
to rip their pens right from their
clean hands and show them the
ink that I’ve spent my nights
You are allowed to rhyme,
you’re allowed to paint inconsistencies
across your ideas and stanzas. Do not
let college boys or day-time girls
tell you your poetry doesn’t make
any sense. If one tells you this,
spill facts about stoichiometry over
your free-verse. They’re only
concerned with chemistry during
blind dates with atheists.
If it matters
to you, write about it. Cliches are what
makes your poetry stale— but when
artists are starving, you must eat
as much spoiled bread as you can.
YES WOW WE HAVE A MOTHERFUCKING BOOK OF MYTHS, AVAILABLE HERE.
IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE IDEA OF GIVING YOUR HARD EARNED GOLD TO A BIG FUCKING DRAGON, HERE’S A MOTHERFUCKING GIVEAWAY.
THAT’S RIGHT, REBLOG THIS TO HAVE YOUR SWEET-ASS NAME ENTERED INTO A DRAW FOR A COPY OF OUR FUCKING AWESOME BOOK.
DON’T ENTER MULTIPLE TIMES THAT’S JUST FUCKING BORING. AND DON’T BE ONE OF THOSE SHITTY GIVEAWAY BLOGS EITHER. OH AND YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING US. BECAUSE WE LOVE OUR MAJESTIC FOLLOWERS.
OPEN TO ANYONE FROM MT OLYMPUS TO HEL; WE HAVE A DAMN GOOD THROWING ARM(S).
THIS FUCKERY CLOSES AT AN ARBITRARY TIME ON THE 25TH OF AUGUST THIS FUCKING YEAR, AND WE’LL CONTACT AND ANNOUNCE ONE BITCHIN’ CHAMPION ON THE 26TH (ALSO OUR ANNIVERSARY, FUCK YES).
GO FORTH AND REBLOG, MOTHERFUCKERS.
that boy is on fireeeeeee