Me and Marlon Brando.
Fever Songs
This blog is simply accumulated slime; formerly of personal slob and now more of respected words. My main blog is "herblues" and can be found on the link below of its old title, "Walt Whitman Sex."
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2012-05-29
Source: robertdarling
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Heat Wave Nostalgia:
The heat waves form salt crystals in my hair- I looked back- I’m going under (Baby thinks I’ve got the hips of a mother)
- don’t let me go back to my semen-lit child-bed, don’t set me in Daddy’s ashtray -
One cigarette, one hundred thousand coughs away.
(I never luved anyone, I got my flesh to waste) -
2012-05-28
I made an attempt to revive my Twitter account, since I’m trying to be sociable and all that great shit, when I realized that I’d have to communicate with people I know
…And they’re all fags.
Dull, useless, incompetent fuckers …
I really need to hang out/ mess around with kids my own age so I can be a hip, incompetent fuck.
- Being overly passive for fifteen years has made me volatile.
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i am far too pretty for this shit
— when i find myself in times of struggle (via mickey-theidiot)
(via mickey-theidiot)
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(via astralsilence)
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(via billkahler)
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(via marinalopezz)
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On sex:
I will not love you,
Brown eyed fool
the hunger in your soul resonates in my womb
- you are a child, these words you won’t understandBut
Kiss me I the morning,
please
I am starting to need it. -
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(via uglyhippieshit)
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