Troy and Abed in Miiinecraft! - Imgur
Donald Web
By Blugge Design
THE NEXT GENERATION
she was looking for her keys.
there were three things in her purse that i loved
and not one of them was her keys.
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her star trek action figures, levar burton saluting my smitten smile.
the trader joe’s beer, that poisonous nectar.
those blue book exams and notes, paper-trailing our way home.
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on the sidewalk, in her wallpaper coat,
and her taxidermy, she drew me closer.
through my lisp i spoke and through her lips
she sealed my fate: “W-What do I want?”
i want to be able to have somebody and be some bodies together-
(via primarchmark)
i slept in a terrible amount today
i was so terrible in that moment
i would look over and see the day and just lay there
Can I hold onto the past?
If was a beautiful past, will it always be beautiful?
This photo was taken February 26th, 2011.
I still had her and I was happy.
my father says that coinceidnces are like “magic”
they’re unexplainable happenings that are special.
what if you saw bill murray when you were going to your dad’s funeral?
could you accept the magic of that?
I know that I should be reading, Nick.
Now you’re just being a dick.
If only things were that simple Curtis.
(Source: stonemed)
I’ve had my own summer of george.
College is like highschool.
If college is like highschool then is life like college?
But then that would make life like highschool.
Highschool was not like middle school. and nothing will ever be as magical as elementary school.
beginning
My thoughts come and go. Nostalgia and guilt are regulars.
I guess its just my constant struggle for happiness.
I can’t sleep nowadays. I toss in between dreams forgetting one
after the other. Maybe they’re important if only I could remember.
My shoulders and arms ache from constantly shifting my weight.
My father is in the master bath. I am still in elementary school.
I hear his pain, I walk in to see him cringing over the toilet.
He just got back from a surgery that I know little about.
He tells me to go back downstairs. This is the second time
I see tears in his eyes.
Around 3am I give up on sleeping and head into the kitchen.
The house is cold and quiet. The air conditioning is a constant
stream of modern comfort. I step outside to smoke weed and
drink a glass of milk.
