and the rain falls down
washing away the debris
your leftover lies
when i look at myself in the mirror i feel like one of those really detailed spongebob paintings
this was made 100% better by the fact that the guy I used to watch and quote spongebob with on the regular is the one that posted it.
we learned the F-U-N song together, man.
just a little dust
mixed with stars and suns in orbit
that’s how you got here
becomingadonis reblogged this from you and added:
You’ve got that right, Sassmaster General Tyler.
(the ? means I fucked my email chain up and have no idea if I’ve already done an 8 or not. smdh.)
bring us your weary
your tired, and your sick. We’ve got
lots of paperwork!
you’re just a big fruit
tucked in a rind, full of seeds
your sweet taste slays me
we’re over the hill
on the downslope of the week
headed for Drunk Town
sinking, swimming, spin
and once, and twice, and again
"welcome back, clock in!"
i feel the pressure
bearing down like a great cloud
so we flee, below
write in straight lines and
twisted, rhyming curves. lay it
down, scream it out, dream
climbing rocks and smoking weed on said rocks i climbed.
and watching movies.
and playing drinking games that involves how many cattle rails you had to drive over.
but i’m back, tumblr.
everything’s gonna be okay.
like a cold, blank slate
i’m down under the weight of
sleep I did not get
slip in quietly
sit down, start up, buckle down
happy monday, bitch
coffee and crackers
headbands, earrings, nail polish
throw it in and stir