Enfant Enchanteur.

I wish it was summer.

Green sheets and a blue cup,
Bed filled with me and the cup with apple tea.

The storm outside is awfully,
wish I had some sunny pictures on my wally.
My bed is too smally or I’m too tally, why on earth do I not have pillows made out of lolly’s?

It can get hot like a fevers temper,
but my ass is colder then in a camper.
What a fucking bummer,
I wish it was summer.

-Va

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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?” Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.

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Timothy Leary

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mariatriestoblog:

lypophrenia: a feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause

drapetomania: an overwhelming urge to run away

escapism: a mental desire to retreat from unpleasant realities through fantasy

wanderlust: a desire to travel, to understand one’s very existence

dysania: the state of finding it difficult to get out of bed in the morning

sanctuary: a small safe place in a troubling world

metathesiophobia: fear of change

Wanderlust~

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katurzyna:

how do you tell a guy politely you want to push him against a wall and make out with him

excuse me kind sire but i would like to forcefully apply my lips to yours whilst against this permanent upright construction apparatus used to subdivide structures.

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thetargetbird:

zjoot:

IN MINTSPACEMeteors shiver through sharks,and vice versa.They are all launching like rocket shipsthrough this hole in my stomach.This hole is where I reached through to pull out by brittle-as-dragonfly-wings bones.I smeared toothpaste on them,and then I brushed my teeth.Meals of the past were brushed awayin a celebration of minty flavors,to make room for meals of the future.But there is one moment,where all of time intersects,and my teeth become church bellsas flavors echo and re-echo

And then someone goes and writes a line like “and my teeth become church bells/ as flavors echo and re-echo” and I just want to punch my head into oblivion for not thinking of anything like it.

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