I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one♥

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Sat, 18 May 2013 21:46:18 -0400

ilili9008: love,love

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:42:42 -0400

ilili9008:

love,love

slow-br0:

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:45:16 -0400

slow-br0:

"I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:38:09 -0400

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I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.

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- Rudy Francisco, “Love Poem Medley” (via larmoyante)

cuntfide: holy fuck wow all the fucking time

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:06:56 -0400

cuntfide:

holy fuck wow all the fucking time

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Sat, 18 May 2013 07:43:04 -0400

so-relatable-blog: Most relatable posts here!

Sat, 18 May 2013 07:40:55 -0400

so-relatable-blog:

Most relatable posts here!

depthsinme: Personal blog that you will love!

Sat, 18 May 2013 07:40:07 -0400

depthsinme:

Personal blog that you will love!

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Fri, 17 May 2013 19:30:09 -0400

intoaskysoblue: the—personal—quotes: my—teen—quote: Are you a...

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:21:26 -0400

intoaskysoblue:

the—personal—quotes:

my—teen—quote:

Are you a teen? This blog is just for you!

the—personal—quotes: my—teen—quote: Are you a...

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:21:00 -0400

the—personal—quotes:

my—teen—quote:

Are you a teen? This blog is just for you!

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Fri, 17 May 2013 19:17:45 -0400

sweet-vanilla-babe: thcbodycleanse: this is like when you’re...

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:13:45 -0400

sweet-vanilla-babe:

thcbodycleanse:

this is like when you’re sitting with someone that you really like then you like touch knees or something and all of a sudden you feel all this energy going through both of you through this one point of contact

this gif is kinda like that

this feeling…

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Fri, 17 May 2013 19:10:03 -0400

mols: I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to...

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:09:51 -0400

mols:

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.