Jun. 2, 2012 @ 11:36 PM _
We held your funeral in the dead of night. The crickets had stopped chirping, and the stars and the lightening bugs were nowhere to be found. It was so quiet and so lonely that we had to fill it with something.
We filled it with your words. Misplaced and jumbled your words graced all our empty spaces. We never knew how to make them flow; not like you did. So we glued them to construction paper with dried up glue sticks, and stuck them to the walls with dull knifes.
We didn’t cry over your grave. Your murderer was among us. The killer stared at us from the walls, and invaded our minds. Your words. They killed you, didn’t they?
They realized that you owned them, that it was you that gave them meaning, and they rebelled. They whispered terrible promises in your ears and commanded beautiful hate onto your body. They morphed and twisted to hurt you. Eventually, you didn’t control them at all. Your words rolled and crashed and thundered out of you. You tried to stop them, didn’t you?
So one day you ran out of realities to throw into your blockade. You had been emptied. But you couldn’t create fantasies, because they existed in your words. And words had turned against you.
You lived in despair until you realized you had one more reality. You were still alive.
We held your funeral in the dead of night. We were too captured by your owrds to realize that the sun didn’t shine.
~RaKelleWhat
Jun. 2, 2012 @ 10:46 AM _
On a walk through the woods,
Or perhaps down a busy street,
I start to ponder about what
These pathways means to me.
It means I won’t get lost
Or stray too far from home,
But it also means I have restrictions
And not much space to call my own.
As this last thought reached me
I happened to look down
And saw the sidewalk had ended
I was on a spot of virgin ground.
I continued unrestricted until
Eventually I came upon
The place where the sidewalk began again
A place to rest my footsteps on.
And that’s when it came to me;
The answer I’d been searching for
My heart solely rests on patches of empty;
The places where the sidewalk ends.
~RaKelleWhat
May. 31, 2012 @ 3:56 PM _
Who knows if this movie will suck, but I like ol’ Owl Eyes (who in the novel is a metaphor for God) saying, “Mr. Gatsby doesn’t exist,” because of course Gatsby doesn’t exist.
(Source: mcavoys)
May. 30, 2012 @ 10:54 PM _
Yes Harry, that is exactly what happened.
Seems legit.
That crocodile was straight up gangster.
(via akiceagwa)
May. 29, 2012 @ 9:54 PM _
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]JUST PRESS PLAY.
Anybody who grew up in the 90’s and doesn’t know this song is a deprived child.
This song will haunt me even when i’m dead.
started dancing in my seat.
FOREVER REBLOG <3
FOREVER REBLOG
HOOOOOLY SHIIIIT, THIS WAS MY FAVORITE SONG WHEN I WAS LIKE 3.
THE MEMORIES
^ THAT TAEMIN GIF IS SO DAMN ACCURATE
FOREVER REBLOG
the notes. the gifs. i love tumblr.
FOREVER REBLOGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I pressed play and was like
I USED TO LOVE THIS SONG TO ! BRB DANCING
Bopping along to it in my seat. one of the reasons why I love tumblr so much :3
Just got up and had a dance party by myself because no one else is home.
My childhood.
the gifsomg
this was my mother fucking jam omg jdfsdcfvbg
<3
BRB, Dropping a beat.
OMG THESE GIFS ARE PERFECT THE SONG IS PERFECT
OMFG. I HAVE REBLOGGED THIS SO MANY DAMN TIMES ! NEVER GETS OLD :’)
the gifffssss!!! lmaaoo
OH MY LORD
THIS IS MY TRACK FROM NOW UNTIL FOREVER ! FOREVER REBLOG !
OMGT
HIS AOSUHAODGHOGHA I LOVE IT *-*
MY MOTHERFUCKING PIMP SONG . DAMN STRAIGHT.
THIS IS WHY I LOVE TUMBLR
HAHAHA SO MANY GIFSSSSSSSSSS
These gifs are WAY too funny not to reblog! I am dyyinnngg.
there should be a rule that whenever this is on your dash you must reblog
A LITTLE BIT OF REBLOGIN ALL I NEEDTHESE GIFS ARE SO WORTH IT
SWEET LAWD I REMEMBER THE PARTIES!!!!!
Dead.
^^ FOREVER Beblog Jus For That Song, That Was MA SHIT!! ^.<
OH HELL YEAH BRING THAT SHIT BACK!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D
Will never not re blog!!
(Source: oreobear, via truthshiddenbehindthemask)
May. 29, 2012 @ 4:07 PM _
The Lizzie Bennet Diaries Ep. 15 “Lizzie Bennet is in Denial” (x)
This may be my favorite animated gif photoset we’ve had for the show thus far. So funny.
Watch the full episode here. Episode 15
(Source: thenoblehelium, via edwardspoonhands)
May. 28, 2012 @ 10:14 PM _
I know why hunters
Hang antlers as trophies.
Have you ever ran
Your hand down
A deer’s antlers?
You can feel the work,
The hours of sharpening,
The pride,
Involved in antlers.
Yet life is taken
So senselessly,
Yet so quickly,
That it’s almost mercy.
I bet in their dying gaze,
Their very last thought,
Is a wish.
“You win, dear hunter.
You were stronger,
And smarter,
And even though I don’t deserve this,
I accept it. You win.
Just take care of my antlers.”
So next time I’m in a house,
With antler adorned walls.
I’ll honor the deer,
By honoring their conqueror.
~RaKelleWhat
