I’ve gotta big big big heart beat, yeah!
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I’ve been having good days
Think we are the right age to start our own peculiar ways?
With good friendly homes

You get me freaked freaked freaked on Preakness
I’ve never met a girl that
Likes to drink with horses
Knows her Chinese ballet
I must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains
When you show my purple gaze a thing or two at night.

It’d make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that I would vomit
But I’ll do that on Mondays
I don’t have to work away
I like it when I bump you
An accident’s a truth gate
I’m humbled in your pretty lens
I’ll hold you don’t you go

Sometimes you’re quiet and sometimes I’m quiet, 
(Hallelujah!)
Sometimes I’m talkative and sometimes you’re not talkative, I know

Well I’d like to spread your perfume around the old apartment
Could we live together and agree on the same wares
A trapeze is a bird cage and even if its empty it definitely fits the room
And we would too

And my dear dear dear Kathryn
I talk too much about you
Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through
Lets just talk together
You and me and me and you
And if there’s nothing much to say
Well, silence is a bore.

I’ve gotta big big big heart beat, yeah!
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I’ve been having good days
Think we are the right age to start our own peculiar ways?
With good friendly homes

Sometimes you’re quiet and sometimes I’m quiet, 
(Hallelujah!)
Sometimes I’m talkative and sometimes you’re not talkative, I know
Sometimes you hear me when others they can’t hear me. 
(Hallelujah!)
Sometimes I’m naked and thank god sometimes you’re naked. Well, hello

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
Can I call you just to hear you would you care?
When I saw you put your purple finger on me
There’s a feeling in your bottle
Found your bottle, found your heart
Gives a feeling from your bottled little part

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
Can I call you just to hear you would you care?
When I saw you put your purple finger on me
There’s a feeling in your bottle
Found your bottle, found your heart
Gives a feeling from your bottled little part

Eh-oh!

Gotta crush high
Thought I crushed all I could
Crushed all I can then I touched your hand
Crush high
Don’t want it to stop
Cause stories of your brother make my crush high bop
And you couldn’t really know cause its in my toes
And sometimes I wonder where’d that crush high go
Crush high
Then I go and take some pills
Cause I cant do all of my do’s and still feel ill
You get that WOOOO!
Fuck yeh turtle necks & james franco.

Fuck yeh turtle necks & james franco.

Slowly but surely, realizing the extent of my own mortality. 

Anonymous tip: a blog about Dorgan exists.

http://fuckyeahdorgan.tumblr.com/

Im glad this exists.

Im glad this exists.

(Source: stophatingyourbody, via takeallthewallsdown)

svell:

Salvador Dalí, Ballerina in a Death’s Head, 1932 (rather 1939).

svell:

Salvador Dalí, Ballerina in a Death’s Head, 1932 (rather 1939).

(Source: undare, via columbines)

 i like to paint. that is all.

octopus-toast:

Courtesy of this facebook page. So excellent.

we did something similar on our campus and we’re sending letters and photos to the Oklahoma senators~<3

(Source: little-audrey, via princessfreakumdress)

fer1972:

Anna Taut 

art art art. paintin is bomb digity.