weseriouslydontneedtowhisper:

delongesschlong:

tomdelongestpenisever:

intergalacticsexparty:

fuckyeahhazel:

This is necessary.

(Source: ultimatelycumberbatched, via behold-a-palehorse)

lullybinns:

But do they know how to craft fiction?
Do they know how to spin lies?

His eyes swear forever,
flatter with vows of only me.
But are they empty promises?

I stare into his eyes, as into a crystal ball,
but I cannot find forever,

Only movies of yesterday, a sketchbook of today,
dreams of a shared tomorrow.

His eyes whisper secrets.
But are they truths or fairy tales?
I wonder if even he knows.

“A Poem by Eden Streit” from Tricks by Ellen Hopkins

lies? promises? only tomorrow knows..

(Source: luv-of-ink)