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now i hunt the buffalos
and my darling
who are you
behind the counter with the day memorized
and those cold vacant eyes
well you swore you were free
you swore you could see him coming
it was
old angel midnight
he’s staring you down
he’s stealing the water right
out of the ground

“

—	peter and the wolf (via 1970fur)

http://www.youtube.com/user/LuceroTarot#p/a/u/0/utKdjeTJKXI

this guy totally did this for me. thank you luc!

I propose we leave that out

April Lulabee: lol
April Lulabee: HOW WOULD YOU PROPOSE
April Lulabee: to me
Elliot: i wouldnt be very creative with it
April Lulabee: to me?
Elliot: just the ol classic romantic dinner/walk/visit place you first met or WHATEVER
Elliot: i just think its gross when people do the whole proposal on like billboards or WHATEVER
April Lulabee: me too
April Lulabee: it should be a private thing
April Lulabee: I've had a guy pull me on stage
April Lulabee: and do it in front of people
April Lulabee: and make me an asshole cause I said no
April Lulabee: he did it after his solo set
Elliot: yuuuck
Elliot: did you say no, right there?
April Lulabee: I smiled and he was like
April Lulabee: looking at me
April Lulabee: in my face
April Lulabee: and he stood in front of me
April Lulabee: and put his face near mine
April Lulabee: and everyone in the crowd was all, "WHAT DID SHE SAY?"
April Lulabee: and I kept trying to say no by not saying no
April Lulabee: but a shake of my head would have given it away
April Lulabee: so I just smiled and looked awkward
April Lulabee: and wincing
April Lulabee: and his face fell
April Lulabee: it was awful
Elliot: i would just straight up be "I'm too young for this shit" and give him a danny glover scowl
April Lulabee: it was one of the most awful things I had to experience
Elliot: and then throw up my hands dramatically as i walk out
April Lulabee: well after a small eternity
April Lulabee: I just sort of panicked
April Lulabee: and shook my head and said I'm sorry
April Lulabee: but no sound came out
April Lulabee: and everyone booed
Elliot: :( thats sosososo shitty
April Lulabee: so I walked off backstage
April Lulabee: and went out the back door
Elliot: I WILL NEVER PROPOSE TO YOU LIKE THAT OKAY
April Lulabee: and I heard him running after me but the sound guy had to make him take his shit off stage
April Lulabee: and I never saw him after that
Elliot: ill do it in a setting, where you can just be like "Thats gross. No"
April Lulabee: thanks you :)

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babies, man. crazy.

Elliot: oh man i would not want a living creature in me
Elliot: id get super paranoid and crazy
Elliot: like i would eat food, and id think, HOW MUCH OF MY FOOD IS THAT TAPEWORM FETUS EATING?
April Lulabee: lol
April Lulabee: IT'S MY FOOD!!!!
April Lulabee: DON'T EAT IT!!!
Elliot: all punching my stomach
Elliot: GIVE IT BACK YOU THIEF
April Lulabee: lol
Elliot: calling the cops
April Lulabee: YOU AND YOUR SIPPHONING CORD!!!
Elliot: OFFICER, THERE IS A BABY IN MY STOMACH THAT KEEPS TRYING TO STEAL MY FOOD

"Stars" by Freya Manfred

What matters most? It’s a foolish question because I’m hanging on,
just like you. No, I’m past hanging on. It’s after midnight and I’m falling
toward four a.m., the best time for ghosts, terror, and lost hopes.

No one says anything of significance to me. I don’t care if the President’s
a two year old, and the Vice President’s four. I don’t care if you’re
cashing in your stocks or building homes for the homeless.

I was a caring person. I would make soup and grow you many flowers.
I would enter your world, my hands open to catch your tears,
my lips on your lips in case we both went deaf and blind.

But I don’t care about your birthday, or Christmas, or lover’s lane,
or even you, not as much as I pretend. Ah, I was about to say,

“I don’t care about the stars” — but I had to stop my pen.
Sometimes, out in the silent black Wisconsin countryside
I glance up and see everything that’s not on earth, glowing, pulsing,
each star so close to the next and yet so far away.

Oh, the stars. In lines and curves, with fainter, more mysterious
designs beyond, and again, beyond. The longer I look, the more I see,
and the more I see, the deeper the universe grows.

I have a long way to go, and I’m starting now —
out in the silent black Wisconsin countryside.

this is exactly how it feels when you don’t know if your mom loves you.

it's true

letsgetoutofhere:

“But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.” -Norwegian Wood by: Haruki Murakami

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letsgetoutofhere:

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GO HOME.

thousandflowerettes:

menetekelperes: The man you fear

supercoven:

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