City lights are your only lights,
Because in the dark there is no tomorrow. There is only now.
It is you and the pavement. A constant battle to triumph over the black sheet that expands in front of you. It’s quiet but for the squeal your tires make as they come off the line, no one ahead, and no one to keep up. Each shift your body moves, with the transmission, as one, you and the machine. Losing control for a moment gives you a rush, knowing that taking control could end the scare but you would rather race. Race towards the light hoping that it will bring you victory over the black abyss you find your soul now clinging too, but all it does is hinder you, “tonight” you claim with windows down “tonight I will conquer you”, so it goes on the sound of melodies fuel your fire and there is nothing but your heart and the road.


vagisodium:

he sank the boat he was working on just to kill the captain

vagisodium:

he sank the boat he was working on just to kill the captain

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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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felizverde:

piplups:



my god that gif was made for this moment

felizverde:

piplups:

my god that gif was made for this moment

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precumming:

when youre trying to get somewhere but the person in front of you is walking extremely slow

image

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rodgerklutz:

Drake the type of nigga to sit court side and lint roll his pants at the NBA playoffs

rodgerklutz:

Drake the type of nigga to sit court side and lint roll his pants at the NBA playoffs

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theyuseifan:

scarecrowartist:

Future cosplay in the works

you are real life Miguel and nobody can tell me otherwise

theyuseifan:

scarecrowartist:

Future cosplay in the works

you are real life Miguel and nobody can tell me otherwise

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tastefullyoffensive:

Cats Attacking Dogs

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