lolsofunny:

How weird people run during P.E.

The people who can’t keep up in P.E.

How I run in p.e
 

theeducatedfieldnegro:

aloveybunchofcoconuts:

dreams-from-my-father:

We know where your priorities are, lagging 3000 years behind.

preaaaaach!

Agreed!

You taste better dead than you do alive
Its better when you run than it is when you try
The taste of your flesh is bitter inside
But the sweetest taste is a soul when it truly has died
Like water to a witch and a vampire under light
Allow me to devour your dark soul tonight
And feast on you blindly as you shiver and tremble
Down to the demon your eyes resemble
Bleed through the mirror the image so cruel
It’s the taste of the pain that make people drool
The weak are so rich in lack of desire
I convert it to will and set their world on fire

 I haven’t been open to you. You see this televised world does not allow it. I never held the book these women carry as they play the rules to love. I do not have what the eyes crave but through the windows are a deep world of tainted things. You see here on the island that is my love there are no mountains to climb just a distance of wary travel. Many people have attempted to formulate and build on this island that is my heart but it has a will of its own. Its population is for two.

 I don’t know how to speak when I see you but I am dazed by the beauty in your spirit. Like the seed of life to an empty pool you brought life to parts of me I thought I could never explore. You are so pure in life and so rich in character you could feed my most enigmatic desires. I wish I could say it but its quite embarrassing because its all my soul knows. It cherishes you in the health that you are and only wishes to grow with it and follow it and guide it.

 But I must apologize. My world is so hungry for you I fear my hungers would leave you dry and in drought. So I stand afar and admire you, the mystery, the liberation, the freedom that you are. I do not want to hurt you. I want to be beside you. As you come and go to the island that is my heart you are good of health like the pilgrim of a rich land in which your heart is drawn. I am a mere location on the map. 

 As my lust overwhelms you, I see in your heart you do not trust me but, a hidden truth to worlds untold are locked within me because I would hate to be the cause of your misery. I fear I am not at all of what you seek. Wayfarer, warrior, wanderer. But I love you more than these pretentious dreams, metaphors, and analogies. You came to something so isolated and alone. You came to someone hungry and fed it fruit. You gave birth to something new and taught it life. You came into my heart and left me mute. In a twist of words I could never manifest to bring before you.

I am Sweet Sour and Bitter

all at once

Like you’d never even know the difference

Its crazy how some people can strike a nerve

And still pique your interest

I’m the sweetest sound, with sour words

But a bitter hopeless heart

And since I have no clue how to love

I call this life my art

I have the bitter tongue of a narrow sweet escape

And sour on the exit when you try to get away

I’m the sour-faced beauty when I catch a bitter eye

Those who try to say they know me have sweet confusion in their eyes

I’m a crazy combination

I’m nice but mean in a twist

My lies, my truths, my sarcasm

Don’t vary from what which one is

My Sweet Lies

My Sour Truths

My Bitter Sarcasm

And the way I treat you

mefirstyousecond:

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Why isn’t it a fact that I was in love with you
I didn’t know it was a lie
I just know that I tried
Maybe I didn’t try hard enough
That’s why our flower died
Those nothings were sweet
Joyful were those tears
But I think I was numb
That’s why I didn’t…