Her booty goin’ puni-puni-puu
My heart like doki-doki-doo
Dem lips went coochie-coochie-coo
That chick so kawaii desuu
Dat face so moe-moe-kyun
Electrifyin’ like a pika-pika-chuu
My kokoro flew to da moon
Oh sempai, please notice me soon~
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THAT IS NOT REAL IT IS TOO CUTE TO BE REAL
I WANT 4
Bitter taste of smoke
Crawls in the window
Hot summer air
Followed gentle sunlight
Solfty caressing the floor.Skateboard wheels
Carving on the street
Bloody knees and scabbed over hands.The forest
Seemingly vast and endless
Light dancing of the trees
Leaves soft green
Dancing
With the warm wind.
My feet
In the pond
Clouded and mossy water
That smelled of dead fish.The sky turned red
As the day died
And the sun ran away
As she played tag with the moon.The frosted grass
Beneath our bare feet
The stars reflected onto the lake
Admiring their reflection
As the moon hung low
Sleeping on the pond.We ran with flashlights
That bounced in the dark
To the house.
We opened the gate
And the window
Glowed with soft yellow light
As my mother stood in the kitchen.
My summers (via flores-amarillos)
If this post gets 3,100 notes, I will dress up as Dancing Pumpkin Guy (with the black morph suit and jack-o-lantern mask) for Halloween. Photos will be taken.
If this post gets 10,000 notes, I will dress up as Dancing Pumpkin Guy for Halloween, including the 30th (which is a Friday) and sit through all of my University classes in costume. Photos will be taken.
If this post gets 31,000, I will pass out candy to people. I will also bring a boombox with the Ghostbusters theme and the Spooky Skeletons Remix. Video will be taken.
If this post gets 103,115 notes, I will try my damnedest to get a crew of no less than 5 people in Dancing Pumpkin Guy/Skeleton costumes and we will go door-to-door on Halloween night and pass out candy to people and dance for them. I will make sure video is taken.
Why aren’t we funding this
I already have three friends who say they are down for tier 4.
And this still has fewer than 500 notes.
Sad.
You are the dancing queen, blood-curdling scream, 47 bees
To live
As it is fleeting
To feel everything
CompletelyTo feel
Every crack of the side walk
Under your bare feet
As they are scraped
And burned on the tar
As you chase the sunlight
Dancing off of her hair.To beg to know that scent
as it passed in the night
When you’re driving at 40 mph
You scream to know
You stick your head out of the window
Just to smell wood burning
To live that vivid detail.When you hear the birds whisper gently
You witness every detail in the clouds
Studying them
Realizing the sky is closer than you thought.
To see the sun pass through the new leaves
As you walk through the holy shadows
Made by a painterThat painted
The sharp cold rain that catches you
On the way home from work
And you run home
And your lungs burn
But your lungs were paintedAs you are
Fleeting past
Like the scent of burning wood.
A poem I wrote while half asleep (via flores-amarillos)
My favorite mode of transportation is tap dancing.
Get on a tractor for once in your life you sickening theater person
