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It’s Sunday but like when I tell you the intense moment when you’re getting fingered and he’s moaning along with you and doing that “yeah?” voice

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dogs are so pure

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We really are a police state.

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via weheartit

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by Eva Merry

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Me at the club: “Can you play Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers?”

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Be the kind of person who leaves a mark, not a scar.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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The signs as beautiful poems

Aries:

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Taurus:

She dwelt among the untrodden ways           Beside the springs of Dove; A Maid whom there were none to praise,           And very few to love:A violet by a mossy stone           Half-hidden from the eye! —Fair as a star, when only one           Is shining in the sky.She lived unknown, and few could know           When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh,           The difference to me!

Gemini:

If a person can laugh at himself for any foolishness, they have done. That person is a happy person who can always laugh with the world. The laughter can be infectious and then more will laugh along with them. The more the smiles are raised happier our lives will become and safer our world will be.  cancer:

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple’s a rose, And the pear is, and so’s The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose. 

Leo:

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth - the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. 

Virgo:

I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ‘Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold— I aimed by Pebble—but Myself Was all the one that fell— Was it Goliath—was too large— Or was myself—too small? 

Libra:

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

Scorpio: 

A slumber did my spirit seal;

I had no human fears:

She seemed a thing that could not feel

The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;

She neither hears nor sees;

Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,

With rocks, and stones, and trees.

Sagittarius:

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

Capricorn:

'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek. Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart. Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:– A word is but a breath of passing air.

Aquarius:

Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines The evening star, the star of love and rest! And then anon she doth herself divest Of all her radiant garments, and reclines Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines, With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed. O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus! My morning and my evening star of love! My best and gentlest lady! even thus, As that fair planet in the sky above, Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night, And from thy darkened window fades the light. 

Pisces: 

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro’ storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth’s day-star? 

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Q '16 playlists

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Here shall bee a signature plaze ready for All whom would like to contribute.

A honey hive of intrapersonal artistic communication, collaborations, poems, prompts, divine comedies, tragic heart spilling, good clean jokes, fiction, friction, non-realistic imagination, truths, spoofs, mad streams of flowing consciousness fabrications, wit, spit, chaotic innovation, love, despair, hopeless mind wandering through the abyss to heaven and back again.  An eternal blank page awaits.  Writing Only. (beeware, bee daring, and especially don’t bee shy).

With love,

TKD, LA, BLUE, J, & FEATHER

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