and then there was you.

The past is the past. You can't change it or erase it. All that matters is that you're here now.

July 24, 2014 at 8:55pm
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medioxumatepoet:

missionlameturtle:

andrysb24:

mandkips:

#and then he dies #and she starts killing people

Not to mention the whole damn town gets cursed

he doesn’t just DIE, he’s lynched because the Gaston-equivalent sees them together and the whole town is horribly racist and that’s why she starts killing people

I WILL DEFEND THESE TWO TO THE GRAVE

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10:34am
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1:32am
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theladychelsea:

honeyyvanille:

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

I absolutely needed to read that.

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1:18am
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itspikachan:

veganvibez:

do you know how scary it is to acknowledge how strong your feelings are for someone and your brain is like “maybe you love them” and you’re like SHUT THE FUCK UP BRAIN YOU DONT KNOW SHIT

#I THOUGHT THIS SAID BRIAN LOL
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BRIAN YOU DONT KNOW SHIT"
poor Brian.

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July 23, 2014 at 11:02pm
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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #848 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*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 #848 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*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*

July 22, 2014 at 3:41pm
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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*

July 21, 2014 at 3:38pm
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July 20, 2014 at 10:43pm
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poppunktunes:

traumachaized:

q-viet:

stylistnotions:

Healing Process

I love this so much.

holy fucking favorite fuck shit

This means so much to me.

poppunktunes:

traumachaized:

q-viet:

stylistnotions:

Healing Process

I love this so much.

holy fucking favorite fuck shit

This means so much to me.

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7:24pm
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7:22pm
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lesbian-en-skate:

Fuck periods I am a fucking lesbian I don’t need this shit

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