me: i’m gonna write
me: [reads another person’s writing]
me: i’m never writing again
I just completed a deal to purchase Lake Michigan
Yes come to my home state!
i wish i was hot enough to get some anons
mashton-cutie said: Hey tumblr buddie!
Do u ever look at someone and you’re like how
did my parents create such a sexy man?
To the wanderer:
I can hear the rhythm of your shoes
on winter’s road, one step behind
the different one.
I was wonderin’,
when I go down the road,
what ever happened to
I wish I had
something to dream about
or write about. But my life
is too flat, it’s not sharp enough.
I need to push in, tighten up
a bit, and become more in tune.
Induce a sense of urgency,
and realize presto is the way the
world is today. With modern
technology there is no more
largo, only presto. My dreams
need an accelerando to fantasy.
Life needs to
(D.S. al coda)
Life is not a staccato note waiting at the end of a movement.
Instead, life is a legato whole note, dragging on,
waiting for improvement.