I'm tired of these stinky boots

I'm not going to try

too hard

of a whim

Birds

Two red bulls…cookies…my impossible standard of writing to meet…class in 6 hours…random thoughts swimming around…inability to focus or gain control…Facebook…

What’s up Evan, how’s your Wednesday goin? View high resolution

What’s up Evan, how’s your Wednesday goin?

It’s like getting out of a pool. You can either jump back in every time you get cold or you can just dry off and stop swimming.

I think one day God was like, “Alright guys I’m fucking doing it I’m making Jasmine.” View high resolution

I think one day God was like, “Alright guys I’m fucking doing it I’m making Jasmine.”

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Sometimes there are low points that come along, and you realize someone must be listening because an amazing friend like jasmine sends you a gift and really that’s all you needed. View high resolution

Sometimes there are low points that come along, and you realize someone must be listening because an amazing friend like jasmine sends you a gift and really that’s all you needed.

girlandthegeese:

All I want is a good game of pogs right now.

YES!
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girlandthegeese:

All I want is a good game of pogs right now.

YES!

girlandthegeese:

Let’s swim to the moon, uh-huh.
Let’s Climb through the tide.

girlandthegeese:

Let’s swim to the moon, uh-huh.

Let’s Climb through the tide.

girlandthegeese:
♥Peaches♥
Are your eyes crossed? View high resolution

girlandthegeese:

♥Peaches♥

Are your eyes crossed?

A Thief Incognito

A Thief Incognito I have a confession to make: I am a thief incognito. You have never met me, You do not know me now, and I am most certain You will never get the chance. This character of mine, the one which is visible revealed to all and many, is admittedly a derivative I am not just a being but a collection of beings. I am unique and exactly the same. I am beautiful, disgusting and indifferent; So are you.

Featuring the Sublime

ephemeral sublimity

doused in waves of sunshine

sticky, cool and moist on the cusp of extinction

this transitory elegance

collected by the fistfull

glittering in shadows of tiny white feathers

Are we the blunder

fools full of guilt

shuttering in our mismatched socks

with knees wrapped in wool?

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