(via livinginmyowndreams)

weseethestars:

It’s a funny thing, being filled with so much love

And not having anywhere to put it.

Sometimes you find yourself handing it out for free,

Sometimes you give a little to the simple things,

Watering the flowers,

Smiling at a stranger,

Giving a compliment,

Saying “It’s going to be okay”,

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Boy I tried to give u everything, Can’t believe the ways u repaid me, Boy you had it all, But I guess my all wasn’t good enough for you, Baby I’ve accepted it, And I aint gone trip, Boy im movin on, Sometimes I cant help but think that another girl’s gonna get the one I made for me.

immerylfuckingstreep:

HAHA MOTHERFUCKER! U IN JAIL!

That’s right.  Someone got the right idea and finally arrested that weak ass bitch Clooney.  I swear I hope he rots in there.  I don’t even know what he did he probably fucked some kinda horse or something, he’s such a horsefucker.

FUCK YOU CLOONEY.  WE R NEVER GON B FRIENDS AGAIN.  NO ONE FUCKS WIT MERYL STREEP—WATCH OUT PEOPLE, IF YOU FUCK WIT ME I’LL THROW YOUR ASS IN JAIL.

xoxo

meryl

thatsilentthankyou:

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Hmmm… Yeah… I didn’t love it. Don’t get me wrong it had its moments (really really good ones) but idk… I didn’t enjoy it as much as I expected. I guess it was what I wanted and more in a way, but at the same time it wasn’t. I don’t even know. But this is my favourite show hands down so “I…

(Source: dopesince1993, via livinginmyowndreams)

Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer and when I wake, You can’t break my spirit - it’s my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be I’ve seen you cry, I’ve seen you smile. I’ve watched you sleeping for a while. I’d be the father of your child. I’d spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We’ve had our doubts but now we’re fine, And I love you, I swear that’s true. I cannot live without you.

As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness
That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -
And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that
Did little to grace these forlorn grounds.

Yet here stood I, seemingly first to tread this weed-ridden soil
Since times of yore when life had erstwhile blessed this land.
But for being lost in solitude - as does a country wanderer -
Would I not have happened across this morbid landscape.

And though detail rendered barely visible to my naked eye –
For desperately had the moon tried to break through this jet fog –
A sense of something suffused the place.
Was it those tormented spirits desperate for absolution,
Or perhaps the gargoyles teasing me on whether they be of stone or living flesh?

I was drawn to the oak door as it enticingly opened in passage for me.
The organ called from down the nave and through the pale orange of unsteady light
- that which could only be mustered from the few discolored, moribund candles.
Could I also hear a distant choir of stern voices, as if in effort to scold me?

As I approached, those tarnished pipes came into view.
Standing erect with Gothic pride, they bore down on me with patronizing air -
Exaggerated by the disjointed sneering of minor chords,
As if to state that insignificant I had henceforth no grant of solace.

In answer, I steadied my rocking legs and racing mind to wonder of this scenario.
And in doing so, I found myself waking from a cramped dream –
Whence the message dawned: mine had been such a claustrophobic life.