Photobucket YELLOW BRICKS CAN BE DECEIVING.

YELLOW BRICKS CAN BE DECEIVING.

I read lips and write poetry.
Changed who you were for a pair of raspberry lips? We all make mistakes.

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  • Nov 20

    Well, I hung myself yesterday, and today woke up to gold. But my lips and eyes are gone, all that glitters is not gold.



    lickystickypickyme:

    i write posts in my head.
    and then i imagine every one rolling their eyes.
    and i keep from posting.

    I think of something hilarious, and plan my post. Then I get like, 1 note. What the fuck is that!


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    fuckyeahdisneysongs:

    The AristoCats theme song - The AristoCats


    According to You - Orianthi


    kennedys:

” I think often of Bobby’s grief over the loss of Jack. It veered close to being a tragedy within the tragedy. [His wife] Ethel and my mother feared for his own survival; his psychic survival at least. His friend and chronicler Arthur Schlesinger has recorded how Bobby spent the night before Jack’s funeral alone in the Lincoln Bedroom, and how his longtime friend Charles Spaulding, upon leaving Bobby there and closing the door, heard him dissolve into sobs and cry out, ‘Why God?!’ He seemed the age physically. He would spend hours without speaking a word “
- Ted Kennedy

    kennedys:

    ” I think often of Bobby’s grief over the loss of Jack. It veered close to being a tragedy within the tragedy. [His wife] Ethel and my mother feared for his own survival; his psychic survival at least. His friend and chronicler Arthur Schlesinger has recorded how Bobby spent the night before Jack’s funeral alone in the Lincoln Bedroom, and how his longtime friend Charles Spaulding, upon leaving Bobby there and closing the door, heard him dissolve into sobs and cry out, ‘Why God?!’ He seemed the age physically. He would spend hours without speaking a word “

    - Ted Kennedy



    You may speak of politics,
    but still,
    you are uninformed.
    Your systems are not important,
    and when you die,
    there will be dust on your grave.
    Your precious governors
    will not attend your funeral,
    your dim-witted textbooks
    will not bring you back to life.
    But I will be there,
    on your bittersweet D-day,
    with a cigarette in my hand,
    whispering,
    “I told you so.”




    Before falling asleep,
    or while thinking of something else,
    I dream of what I’ll say to you.
    But I know
    I will never get the chance.
    And if I do,
    you will interrupt me at the wrong times
    or I’ll use a word and
    stumble,
    because I had meant to use
    a better suited synonym.
    But in my mind,
    at least,
    I do it right.
    Yes, with eyes closed,
    I have my revenge.


    Love is blind, lust is deaf.


    Happy birthday, Robert F. Kennedy (1925-1968)

    Happy birthday, Robert F. Kennedy
    (1925-1968)


    Nov 19
    inothernews:

love-and-radiation:

Just hangin’ at the observatory.

    inothernews:

    love-and-radiation:

    Just hangin’ at the observatory.


    In your pretty white bed, in the brothels owned by my last lover, in the sweat on my brow.


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