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slydig:

slydig:

welcome to swaggie land

population: me

i lost 3 followers

(via damn--son)

Move your feet like you feel something.
Like you’re alive.
Like you’ve just seen the girl you’re going to marry.
Like you’re waving hello instead of goodbye.
Move your feet like you’re having a staring contest with the ocean and you win.
Move your feet like you’re celebrating nothing, hard.
Like it’s just hit you.
Like there’s everything.
Like you’re not 6 feet small.
Like you’re not alone.
Like you’ve just seen the first snowflake fall.

Move your feet like you’re young, poor and in the 40’s.
Like you hit the ground running and there’s nothing but white on black ahead of you.
Move your feet like this is your last smoke.
Like it’s just you, an idea and all the time in the world.
Like they’re singing for you.
Like you just got a free drink.
Like a puff, snort and gulp begins your night, not ends it.
Move your feet like you can’t feel your hands.
Like you don’t need your skin to feel.

Move your feet like you don’t get Robert Johnson.
Like the King just died.
Like it’s only money.
Like the mushroom cloud’s coming.
Like the record never stops.
Like the mirror’s opaque.
Like you’re waltzing home in the rain.
Like she didn’t say no.
Like the plate’s smashed and we’re dancing on broken glass.

Move your feet like you didn’t get shot today.
Like all the innocence your eyes would have leaked has gotten you drunk.
Like your arms are around the person they’re supposed to be around.
Move your feet like your life depends on it, because it does.
Like you’ve lost control.
Like you tried to end it and the gun jammed.
Move your feet like you didn’t have your heart broken today.
Like it’s time.

Move your feet like you’ve got nothing to lose.
But for the love of God please, move your feet.
Because I’ve seen too many lives end with dust on their shoes.

by “Move Your Feet” by Niall Donnelly. (via i-write-stuff-sometimes)

(via americanmouthflightlessbird)

I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours. by Rudy Francisco (via in-finitus)

(via americanmouthflightlessbird)

astrokidmusic:

astrokidmusic:

I should just quit school and become a brostitute

you pay me to just hang out and chill

does anybody want to join me

we can start a

brothel

(via americanmouthflightlessbird)

carlsagansbitch:

ok thats cool but in america you can get 100 mcnuggets for $25

(Source: joycemannerism, via blue-sky-n0ise)

tweed-eyes:

All my childhood in one the pictures…My father was an archaeologist and every summer I went to the excavations. ‘Boy’ with suspenders - it’s me )))I miss that time. 
vixenelle:

JOHN WILLIAM GODWARD, Athenais, 1908 (detail)
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