March 2013
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The Hurricane
Show me your calloused hands, tired feet, and long to keep walking./ They don’t exist as you comfortably sit in your recliner/ Watch the old women do your bidding/ Strong rains fall asunder/ Heavy artillery showers the town and hardly, you are fazed./ The frazzled peasants run crazed as thunder comes crashing the estate./ They gather above ground to the mountains, away from the flood that...
Mar 11th
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February 2013
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Feb 28th
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We tend to lose ourselves in useless things and people.// Attract certain kinds of animals that control us// We live to have and care not to give// We’re engrained an undeserved sense of entitlement. //We believe these invaluable attributes of life are meant for us, yet have not come.// When did we lose our motivation to care to move ourselves?// The world is plagued to desire the...
Feb 6th
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A fear too difficult to evoke, to reveal to a preying world on the weak estranged.//The possible idea of romance is exhausting and with-holding.// A certain kind of right, an allowance entitled to every man.// Yet, so unfeasible to believe it’s possible.// The tossing and turning of either stomach acids from nausea or caterpillars developing it what can be majestic butterflies.// Cacooned...
Feb 6th
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October 2012
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Oct 21st
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Oct 21st
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Oct 21st
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September 2012
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Times get rough. Calloused almost like, dry, cultivating hands that touch flawless faces with flaws only society sees. It becomes so hard to find beauty in this deserted nature. So confounded and convoluted by sky rises scraping off the last bits of green on this beautifully, ruined Earth. I am the hands who sort through this dry soil to attempt at weeding out the beauty from these industrial...
Sep 8th
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Tancheon
The fragile dam supports the breaking, rushing waters from the river-stream. A dark tinted river as if it was a moving black floor. It is barricaded by a mold ridden, wooden force and it strives to break free. Illuminated by a lunar face watching over rushing high tides crashing over stepping stones made of combined minerals weathered over time. A stellar landscape shone by the distant...
Sep 7th
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August 2012
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“When a straight man puts on a dress and gets into sexual kinks, he is a...”
– -  To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar (via sexytimesandsunshine)
Aug 15th
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Aug 15th
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de mi enamorate - tito nieves
Para realizar mi sueño que haré por donde empezar,como realizare… Tu tan lejano amor,lo único que sé es que ya no se quien soy, de donde vengo y voy Desde que te vi, mi identidad perdí en mi cabeza estás solo tu y nadie más Y me duele al pensar que nunca mía serás, de mi enamórate Mira que e e e e e e e e el día que de mi, te enamores yo voy a ser feliz y con puro amor te...
Aug 13th
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July 2012
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so funny
Jim Halpert: [after given a demerit] What does a demerit mean?
Dwight Schrute: Put it this way; you do not want to receive 3 of those.
Jim Halpert: Lay it on me.
Dwight Schrute: 3 Demerits and you'll receive a citation.
Jim Halpert: Now that sounds serious.
Dwight Schrute: Oh it is serious; five citations and you're looking at a violation. 4 of those and you'll receive a verbal warning. Keep it up and you're looking a written warning. Two of those; that'll land you in a world of hurt, in the form of a disciplinary review written up by me and placed on the desk of my immediate superior.
Jim Halpert: Which would be me?
Dwight Schrute: That is correct.
Jim Halpert: Okay, I want a copy on my desk by the end of the day or you will receive a full disadulation.
Dwight Schrute: What's a dis- what's that?
Jim Halpert: Oh you don't want to know.
Jul 29th
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Jul 26th
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my newest artistic vision.
dorian corey is on the top left langston hughes is on the top right bottom right is james baldwin bottom left is william shakespeare and mid left is salvador dali* some of them came out good some didnt but i did my best im still practicing portraits i called it hommage l’homosexuel. all of my favorite brilliant gays. dorian corey is an idol for ball culture and new york drag since the...
Jul 26th
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who be wearing the same outfit 2 days in a row?
niggaimdeadass: especially if nobody saw you the first day  or you gonna be in completely different places the next day  people be giving me the eye like damn that’s a sharp bitch  and in my head i’m like you right i was this sharp yesterday too TRRUUUUUUUUE LIFE.
Jul 10th
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June 2012
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Jun 24th
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Jun 6th
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daddy legend. unnffff
Jun 4th
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Jun 3rd
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Jun 3rd
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May 2012
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May 31st
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May 30th
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May 30th
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May 30th
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May 29th
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My weekend: Day 1
kimswhims: Day 1:  1: Went to the bus station 2: Got the last bus ticket, which left at 10pm 3: Went shopping for 4 hours 4: Read for two hours 5: Almost missed the bus due to an empty stomach craving food 6: Got to Daecheon 7: Found a Korean speaking foreigner 8: Got in a cab 9: Got cat called while trying to find a love motel 10: Found a sketchy love motel in an ally 11: Slept like...
May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
May 29th
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May 29th
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statuesque.
I’ve never caressed my youthful skin and felt completely disillusioned.  Unknown to the burning sensation of quick bursts of warm friction to my rubbing thighs. Each and every pore alive, as I guide my fingertips erasing my identity.  Losing myself, to the tune of indistinct music that only my dancing goosebumps can hear and I can only feel through them. I vicariously live through these...
May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 23rd
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Always
kimswhims: Thinking about leaving my friends here in Korea as I’m getting ready to go home. I wrote this one for them.  Always Despite the little time We have left.  Despite the short time that we’ve spent.  Despite the distance that will keep  us apart.  Just know, there you will be In my tiny heart Within my heart Kept safe in my thoughts Always.
May 23rd
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to the united nations of fierceness.
I’m so fortunate to have found friends living in this lonely place. These past few weeks have been so fun and I’m beyond grateful. It’s unreal how fast I made friends with these amazing women! A bunch of fierce bitches growing in the same garden and I just happen to get planted next to them. SO LUCKY <3 Although I don’t want to dwell on the fact they’ll be leaving me soon, I just want to...
May 21st
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May 21st
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life is an indian-giver
I’m having a vision…Where things are so simple one day and later on that same day, These things, ideas where one’s heart is finally at peace and all is right in the world, is taken away. Where is the logic?— The fairness in which we’re allowed to enjoy these wonderful aspects of life and yet they disappear. It’s as if we weren’t intended to have them and...
May 21st
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Friends in faraway places
Being in Korea sucks sometimes but I love knowing that I have people loving me at home. Me: Sarai I’m your favorite dont front Sarai: Hell yeah of course you are my favorite of all time! Always laughing every time no matter the distance or the time in the day! Yey! :-) Me: Yay! :) Ayy you’re gonna make me cry. I miss being with you and cracking jokes and making fun of people ...
May 10th
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sexual jehovah’s witness  i cant believe i just heard this.
May 7th
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May 6th
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this song couldn't be more beautiful and if it was...
im sorry i havent posted. i’ve been around. this song is so beautiful. i feel like im flying around and this beautiful man is singing to me. De manhã cedo essa senhora se conforma Bota mesa, tira o pó, lava a roupa,seca os olhos Ah, como essa santa não se esquece De pedir pelas mulheres, pelos filhos, pelo pão Depois sorri, meio sem graca e abraca Aquele homeme, aquele mundo Que a faz...
May 6th
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May 2nd
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