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lipstick-lesbian:

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lipstick-lesbian:

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #847 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
Have you ever wondered what you’d find if you tookyour two hands and placed them on my chest and with force,just enough force my love, pulled it apart and wide open?I should spare you the gore and the stains on your perfecthands and tell you instead what would be discovered beneath this skin and these creaking ribs that havefought so long to keep the heartbeat inside and the pace slow.Through the blood and bone and the broken breath of my battered body you will find so many things you never wouldhave looked for.I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residueof our conversations and the fragments, the smallremains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats. You will find the silhouette of shared kisses and sparklers in the late summer air.  The breath that used tohang above your lips in the cold of morning and the moonlightand the sound of shuffling feet dancing beneath it.Look, closer and ignore the red upon your fingertips.Look, and find the sound of laughter under the coversand the way your hair smells fresh from a shower.It’s there, and it’s covered with giant snowflakesthat seem to fall inside me in slow motionand the flash of the lightning that struck me but spared meand left me alive to hold you.Pull harder and reach and risk the scrapes on your knucklesfrom the jagged ribs that  threaten your advance.Reach and find the space and invisible thread that connectsthe center of your eyes to the center of minewhen we stare at each other. Find the words.I promise there will be words and the ink will cover thered on your palms and you will  never understand how manyfit inside me, how many can come tumbling out.A magician you will swear I must be and words will bethe scarf that just never seems to stop.  Pull and pulland get to the bottom of the words and findthe last word that has been at the bottom of the  pilesince I started collecting them all in my chest.Find the word and smile that smile that only youcan smile when you realize that word is, and was,and always will be You.  You. It’s there where it should be and it’s draped with the wayyour hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunderagainst the walls, the raindrops on my skin. I will feel your hands, cold against the warmthinside me and you will feel the flapping of the birdsand butterflies, their wings stirring the dustthat collected in the time I spent waiting for you.Feel them fly past the broken ribs and across youropen palms and close your eyes as they create the breezethat will tickle your cheeks. Take your hands now,place them on my chest and find yourself readyand willing and more than completelyable to discover and set freeall that lives inside me.
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #847 by Tyler Knott Gregson


Text for Tired Eyes:

Have you ever wondered what you’d find if you took
your two hands and placed them on my chest and with force,
just enough force my love, pulled it apart and wide open?
I should spare you the gore and the stains on your perfect
hands and tell you instead what would be discovered
beneath this skin and these creaking ribs that have
fought so long to keep the heartbeat inside and the pace slow.
Through the blood and bone and the broken breath of
my battered body you will find so many things you never would
have looked for.
I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residue
of our conversations and the fragments, the small
remains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats.
You will find the silhouette of shared kisses and
sparklers in the late summer air.  The breath that used to
hang above your lips in the cold of morning and the moonlight
and the sound of shuffling feet dancing beneath it.
Look, closer and ignore the red upon your fingertips.
Look, and find the sound of laughter under the covers
and the way your hair smells fresh from a shower.
It’s there, and it’s covered with giant snowflakes
that seem to fall inside me in slow motion
and the flash of the lightning that struck me but spared me
and left me alive to hold you.
Pull harder and reach and risk the scrapes on your knuckles
from the jagged ribs that  threaten your advance.
Reach and find the space and invisible thread that connects
the center of your eyes to the center of mine
when we stare at each other. Find the words.
I promise there will be words and the ink will cover the
red on your palms and you will  never understand how many
fit inside me, how many can come tumbling out.
A magician you will swear I must be and words will be
the scarf that just never seems to stop.  Pull and pull
and get to the bottom of the words and find
the last word that has been at the bottom of the  pile
since I started collecting them all in my chest.
Find the word and smile that smile that only you
can smile when you realize that word is, and was,
and always will be You.  You.
It’s there where it should be and it’s draped with the way
your hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunder
against the walls, the raindrops on my skin.
 I will feel your hands, cold against the warmth
inside me and you will feel the flapping of the birds
and butterflies, their wings stirring the dust
that collected in the time I spent waiting for you.
Feel them fly past the broken ribs and across your
open palms and close your eyes as they create the breeze
that will tickle your cheeks. Take your hands now,
place them on my chest and find yourself ready
and willing and more than completely
able to discover and set free
all that lives inside me.

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*


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marauders4evr:

white-fang-adam:

Can we just have every superhero react like that?

"A spider bite… gave me abs…?"

"Being put in a barrel of radioactive waste… gave me abs…?" 

"Watching my parents die…gave me abs?"

(Source: littlechinesedoll)


My first two weeks in the Philippines!       ⇢

dorouuable:

Peace Corps experience, typhoon Glenda, fun nights…


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themamafox:

eleutheromaniajourney:

trentaicedcoffee:

"The bracelet is infused with elements sourced from the highest and lowest points on Earth. The white ball, carrying water from Mt. Everest, and the black ball, holding mud from the Dead Sea, exist on opposite ends. A string of clear beads link the two, signifying that throughout life’s circular journey, your path is your own."

#graduation/birthdaypresent

The Lokai Bracelet

themamafox:

eleutheromaniajourney:

trentaicedcoffee:

"The bracelet is infused with elements sourced from the highest and lowest points on Earth. The white ball, carrying water from Mt. Everest, and the black ball, holding mud from the Dead Sea, exist on opposite ends. A string of clear beads link the two, signifying that throughout life’s circular journey, your path is your own."

#graduation/birthdaypresent

The Lokai Bracelet


crowhogan33:

2002 vs 2014


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pokejunglenet:

The Pokédex is a freak’n Gameboy Advance. I AM LIVING FOR THESE REMAKES!!
» NEW SCANS, NEW INFO; COVERAGE HERE «

pokejunglenet:

The Pokédex is a freak’n Gameboy Advance. I AM LIVING FOR THESE REMAKES!!

» NEW SCANS, NEW INFO; COVERAGE HERE «


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I rolled to find you,
I found only emptiness
and the lack of you.

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lunarobverse:

A brilliant metaphor


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