officialunitedstates:

my favorite part of any trip to mcdonalds is the sudden and unavoidable flashbacks to the time when I got stuck in the slide for 5.5 hours and the staff had to slide down mcnuggets so I could keep up my energy while they cut the slide in half with a hacksaw.  half-slide is still there, haunting me and the other kids who sudden fall through a hole halfway through their journey down

    me:i am actually so happy with my life right now for once
    next day:*everything fucks up*

brallanq:

AWESOME! S.S. #11

"When I was seven
I asked myself
‘what colour should I use next?’
When I was eight
I asked myself
‘why is life so unfair?’
When I grew to nine
I mused
‘why do people even do drugs?’
When I turned ten
I asked myself
‘why is school so hard?’
At the age of eleven, it became
‘what do I want to be when I grow up?’
At twelve, it was
‘why am I not pretty?’
At thirteen, I contemplated
‘why doesn’t everyone do drugs?’
At fourteen, I asked
‘why does everyone hate me?’
When I hit fifteen, I wondered
‘how much weight would I have to lose for someone to love me?’
When I turned sixteen, I asked
‘should I try and kill myself again?’
At seventeen
I’m asking myself
‘what the hell am I going to with my life?’
And if I could answer just one of those questions,
if I could go back
and talk to my past self,
I would tell seven year old me,
that I should use the colour red
next, because in ten years
it’ll be my favourite."
- i won’t change my past when i can just change my future

Ynotophobia (Fear of Life Not Worth Living) Poetry Night

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dinaaaaeeel:

*has sex to lana del rey song gods and monsters*

"He was her shore.
And she was his sea.
Always together; connected, intertwined.
Since when has the shore
ever been untouched by the sea?
But things happen; shit happens.
And the sea, is tainted with oil.
The shore becomes littered with garbage
and love
becomes pollution.
So they seperate.
The waves are drawn towards the moon,
and the shore could only watch.
Eventually, they passed the turning point
and imploded on themselves.
She stained her sea with liquor
and streaked mascara.
He littered his shore with cigarette burns
and broken teeth.
They blamed it on ‘love’
when it was really just
pollution."
- poem for anon; broken things

'I Am Not Original, Not Like The Stars' Poetry Night

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dontcryjustacid:

Bad Kids Stay High

"Spend an entire weekend smoking yourself sober
Just to prove you can.
Take a dose of mushrooms and
Scrunch your nose at the taste then spend
The next few hours studying
The tea leaves at the bottom of your cup.
If you’re brave, drop acid, or maybe ecstasy.
Get so drunk you lay on wet pavement
To look at the stars move,
Watch for flying saucers then
Walk four miles home carrying
Your heels, wait, is that mine?
Have sex with your best friend
And then with a stranger,
One night stands are in these days.
Smoke a cigarette or three, let
Your friend teach you how to do it
Without coughing.
Pound your knuckles raw against
The pretty faces of the people who piss you off (and maybe a building, too).
Get thrown off a cliff into the
Ocean, it’s okay, you can swim.
Sleep in the park at least once.
Corrupt yourself before someone else
Can do it for you,
And always remember:
Bad kids don’t die."
- submitted by woadandbones (via dontcryjustacid)

dontcryjustacid:

Bad Kids Stay High