It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.
– Wisdom of Confucius

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allhailnickiminaj:

My motivation. This really gets me

allhailnickiminaj:

My motivation. This really gets me

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lolsofunny:

(lol here!)

lolsofunny:

(lol here!)

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yanilavigne:

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yanilavigne:

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officialdogblog:

procrastinators are able to do 30 minutes of work in 8 hours and 8 hours of work in the 30 minutes before it’s due

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thefrogman:

The Original Copycat by Budi Satria Kwan [website] for sale on Threadless

thefrogman:

The Original Copycat by Budi Satria Kwan [website] for sale on Threadless

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leaveyouapen:

I don’t want to force myself into a man’s bedNo not for the hundredth timeI want to be invited, as I once was
“Would you like to join me?”His eyebrow lifted, quizzically
No games were playedNo code words exchangedWe’d been there before; I’d felt his sheetsSeen the black ink stain
That time was set apartPerhaps because we were sober and vulnerableBoth unsure and scarred and awareWe were aware of how much it could destroy
 I might easily find myselfLanguid on a man’s bedroom floorUnderneath his weightArms wanton and legs askewBut I only want it with him 
“Would you like to join me?”His hand extended, invitingly
No words were left unsaidNo promises were guaranteedWe didn’t feign love or innocenceWe’d been there before; I’d felt his caressSeen the black ink stain
This time the stain was somewhere elseAnd he revealed it only slightlyLifted his shirt and I saw it beatingBroken and shattered and barely functioning
 I might easily find himThe alcohol coursing through his veinsStumbling into me for a hugArms wanton and legs askewBut I don’t want to see that side of him
“Would you like to join me?”His heart failing, hauntinglywritten by disheveledpoetry

leaveyouapen:

I don’t want to force myself into a man’s bed
No not for the hundredth time
I want to be invited, as I once was

“Would you like to join me?”
His eyebrow lifted, quizzically

No games were played
No code words exchanged
We’d been there before; I’d felt his sheets
Seen the black ink stain

That time was set apart
Perhaps because we were sober and vulnerable
Both unsure and scarred and aware
We were aware of how much it could destroy

 I might easily find myself
Languid on a man’s bedroom floor
Underneath his weight
Arms wanton and legs askew
But I only want it with him 

“Would you like to join me?”
His hand extended, invitingly

No words were left unsaid
No promises were guaranteed
We didn’t feign love or innocence
We’d been there before; I’d felt his caress
Seen the black ink stain

This time the stain was somewhere else
And he revealed it only slightly
Lifted his shirt and I saw it beating
Broken and shattered and barely functioning

 I might easily find him
The alcohol coursing through his veins
Stumbling into me for a hug
Arms wanton and legs askew
But I don’t want to see that side of him

“Would you like to join me?”
His heart failing, hauntingly

written by disheveledpoetry

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amajor7:

accessories include extra-large coffees and handfuls of unorganized notes and sketches

me

overandunderneath:

amajor7:

accessories include extra-large coffees and handfuls of unorganized notes and sketches

me

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cunt-punch39:


Til death do us part

This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

cunt-punch39:

Til death do us part

This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

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