You told us fortunes in American Slang

fandom love poetry

quigonejinn:

1. 

my soul is a dog

in a hot car

on a summer day with the window

barely cracked

please for the love of god come back to gchat

2. 

you’re in a car with a beautifu —

fuck this richard siken shit

i just want to talk about mpreg clone watersports with you

3. 

YOUR GCHAT ICON SAYS YOU ARE THERE

IT’S MOTHERFUCKING GREEN 

GREEN AS THE ISLES OF IREFUCKINGLAND

BUT YOU HAVEN’T YOU RESPONDED TO MY MESSAGES

I HATE THIS

WHY DO WE LIVE SO FAR APART

WHY IS EVERYTHING IN LIFE TE — oh there you are, you’re typing at me, you were getting food, how was my day, did I see the thing yet?  

4.

i am sorry

but why the fuck 

aren’t you on

i know, i know,

it’s like 6:30 in the morning where you are

or you’re watching your brother get married

or you’re traveling to israel 

or dealing with serious real life shit that legit breaks my heart

but goddammit, i saw/read/listened to that thing last night

and if we don’t talk about it i am going to explode like a roman candle

fabulous yellow spider across the stars

tho we totally talked about how much we both hate fucking jack kerouac

did you see that tumblr post about how allen ginsberg was a grade a disgusting creep? on the other hand, i am totally changing my opinion on daniel radcliffe’s hotness 

(via mysticaltramping)

Xabi hates his teammates and their terrible taste in hats. 

Xabi hates his teammates and their terrible taste in hats.