(Source: wolf-teeth)posted: April 23rd • 14:41
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Typewriter Series #756 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want fireworks from mountaintops and lightning from windowsills. I want lazy board games where rules forget to matter and I want shouting matches over important things. I want a passion that burns through us and sets the sheets on fire. I want to wake up covered in soot from the night before. I want a hand to catch my head when my eyes fill up with water, and I want fingers to find my shoulders when the weight of a lifetime feels too heavy from time to time. I want to be the tireless palms that rub the aches from your flesh and the kiss on the forehead after you fall asleep from it. I want the steering wheel cold in my hands on the start of a morning road trip far from here and I want to be the sound of your legs stretching when we stop for gas. I want the photos of every sign at the border of every state and I want my fingers slightly stained with the stamps from every visa in our passports. I want the odor of strange food that snakes its way down long streets and the sound of boots on cobblestone and clay.
Part Two.posted: April 22nd • 23:38
Quite possibly the best/worst fortune cookie fortune ever.
(Source: funnyorwtf)posted: April 22nd • 23:35
You spin me right round baby
Right round like a record baby
Right round round round
— David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary