You are flowers in my stomach.
 Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. 
I only want to be the sun for you.
Elke River (via feellng)

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elliegouldingaddicts:

You tell ‘em, Ellie
langleav:

Just wrote this poem last night. You know that feeling when you fall asleep in the day and when you wake up, it’s already dark? Not sure why but it always makes me feel melancholy. Anyway, I hope you like it… it’s the first poem I have written in a really long time (hence the first line.) I’ve been so busy getting ready for the September launch of my new book Lullabies. Hopefully, there will be more new poems soon… A thousand kisses to you all! xo Lang 

laugh-addict:

my mom once told me that writing your feelings down or drawing them out is very therapeutic and relaxing 

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Cake Boss in a nutshell…

barebackbearyak:

Customer: I want a nice chocolate cake for my young so, and he likes trucks, so could you maybe do a little frosting picture of a truck on the top?

Cake Boss: SOS WHAT WES GUNNA DO IS MAKE A GIANT TRUCK ENTIRELY OUTTA RICE CRISPIES AND COVA DAT IN FONDANT AND IZ GUNNA SHOOT SPARKS AND CATCH FIYAH, POSSIBLY KILLIN YOUR SON IN DA PROCESS.

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cchimera:

A bunch of bikes in a cool street in Germany. Great place, awesome night. Missing it.
jaazzzzgonzlz:

unfocusedd:

walksl-kerain:

glitterweave:

#college

Reasons I’ve almost died

Tru.

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