February 2012
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For The Record: A Collection
I made a new blog that is dedicated to only my poems and writings. I was going through this tumblr and I found so many poems and stories that I’ve written almost four years ago. Some of them made me feel how I felt when I wrote them. So I’m basically gonna reblog from this blog into that one until I decide to write some new stuff.
The new blog is mostly for my reference (because...
Talk it to me dirty. Lay me down and hurt me.
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I need to be fucked up
to sing, to write, to express myself.
hautelikecouture:
But really.
Victoria Beckham // February 14
I wasn't ready.
But I’m ready now, I think we got into that relationship too early and I was too young. Too young for the emotions we displayed. Too young for the way we argued. Too soon did we walked the streets of Manhattan, Holding hands, making plans. Sitting in your lap and playing with your hat and reminding myself to relax as you slid your hands down my pants. I wasn’t ready then, but I’m...
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I lost a poem.
It was beautiful. About the scent of a man. And its all gone due to some shit not wanting to respond. Beautiful words about how this mans smell makes me feel are lost. I blame Steve Jobs, Bill gates, Obama and whomever else is in charge. And fuck Condoleezza Rice too… >_> The fuck kinda rice is that anyway. I’m mad.