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porkrub: It’s a love story baby just say rawr XD

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:01:15 -0400

porkrub:

It’s a love story baby just say rawr XD

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Mon, 20 May 2013 11:47:03 -0400

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Mon, 20 May 2013 11:44:03 -0400

artisticimpact: premiium: YEEESSSSSS HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH Pricel...

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:41:08 -0400

artisticimpact:

premiium:

YEEESSSSSS

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH

Priceless

I’ll listen to this album forever

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:40:19 -0400

I’ll listen to this album forever

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Mon, 20 May 2013 01:35:43 -0400

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Sun, 19 May 2013 23:01:19 -0400

All black at the white shows,White shoes at the black...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:53:29 -0400

All black at the white shows,
White shoes at the black shows.
Green card for the Cuban links;
Y’all sit back and enjoy the light show.

This is a $3,600 suit.

Watch The Sky - Something CorporateThere’s things that aren’t...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:48:22 -0400

Watch The Sky - Something Corporate
There’s things that aren’t worth giving up, I know
But I won’t let this get me, I will fight
You live the life you’re given with the storms outside
Somedays all I do is watch the sky

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Sun, 19 May 2013 22:42:29 -0400

geekscoutcookies: If you dont do anything else tonight. Press...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:42:24 -0400

geekscoutcookies:

If you dont do anything else tonight. Press Play. I was laughing, singing and cheering.

PRESS PLAY.

YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS.

The best couple ever

lordofskramz: Do you think the landlord’s pissed? We left a car...

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:03:09 -0400

lordofskramz:

Do you think the landlord’s pissed? We left a car parked on the lawn again. He’s looking. The porch is still and empty. We wrote our friends names on the walls inside. They’re laughing. We know that this isn’t home for long. The posters in your bedroom speak softly. They tell stories. So while the weather’s getting worse we take shelter in these walls again and tell stories. So where did you live and what did you learn there? We watch the fallen leaves turn to frozen trees, it’s been another year. Where do the echoes from the echoes go? Where does the water flow when it leaves our homes. I’ve been searching for this, something that I can run away with. It’s a life changing decision. Should I leave or try to beat this? (I know it gets harder everyday. But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away.) Where do the echoes from the echoes go? Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes. Live wires are like this. They hit the streets and form a beacon. It’s a danger we’ve been warned, but we still stretch and try to reach them. Watching our planet grow on screens I spoke into a window sill and still forgot everything and it spoke back. A thousand frozen trees but still there’s something burning. (I will stare while you are growing. Come with me to empty places.) They are filled with everything. Where do the pieces of our dreams recede? Into eyes shut that are opening. I never have ever decided what to think of all the years I spent in Connecticut. (Whenever, if ever I get my life together I’ll apologize for all the things I should have said.) So beat on the bass drum, make all the spiders run. We threw rocks at the house and it looked back. (and on another day lost to the setting sun I stare at the ceiling and it looks back.)