An open love letter

Summer days crash downtown

Through the cocktail glass, looking

for trouble in a matching dress.

Another LBD, faded like the night.

Cinema spark, your eyes dance to mine

I love the way you take it slow.

And if the stars are the same

where you are this evening

Maybe they’ll give you my message

if you care enough to listen.

maggiesxalibi:

notchicken:

notchicken:

tupacabra:

i feel bad for twins that aren’t equally attractive

this was me and my twin prom night image

thank you for the text post

another year, another disappointment  

image

I’m so glad I don’t have a twin..

stephystripes

Me at Karaoke

Lightwork

Magdalia peered over to her captor, as if staring through him. I could vaguely make out her lips parting, conjuring an inaudible remark.

I lowered my hand, carefully dancing with the tense air. The stand off had reached a tipping point. All I could remember was Maggie’s one and only rule.

"Always have an alibi."

chorusfm:

Karen Bliss reports on Billboard that a 15 year old girl has gone missing after attending Warped Tour in Toronto.

Batty is described as white, 5’5”, 115 lbs., with brown eyes and long, dyed blue hair. She was wearing a black tank top, blue denim cut-off shorts and black Vans sneakers. She has stretchers in her earlobes.

Please share.

I wanna marry this girl.

I wanna marry this girl.

maggiesxalibi:

Valor Tales by @takecareofknives ❤️ pssst, I’m the character Magdalia Alibi… So go read this serial and get to know the dark side of me (hehe) at the jukepop app or jukepop.com 😁😊❤️😉 #serials #jukepop #valortales #books #goreadit! #tales

I write a fantasy serial novel over at Jukepop. If you’re into it. Maggie is. Lol.

maggiesxalibi:

Valor Tales by @takecareofknives ❤️ pssst, I’m the character Magdalia Alibi… So go read this serial and get to know the dark side of me (hehe) at the jukepop app or jukepop.com 😁😊❤️😉 #serials #jukepop #valortales #books #goreadit! #tales

I write a fantasy serial novel over at Jukepop. If you’re into it. Maggie is. Lol.

hypnoticwinter:

do you think
summer knows
the birds will come back
as it lies on its deathbed
autumn sitting alongside
holding its hand?
north goes south
and back again
no use
crying
over pattering wings.

A Raindance In Traffic

1. I want to preface this by saying that I don’t necessarily believe in love.

The same way that my shadow doesn’t believe in its reflection and

Walter White doesn’t believe in moderation.

2. Guys, last year I met a girl who spoke like drifting snow meeting the concrete.

Her skin glazed with moonlit kisses, with eyes as wide and inviting as the sun on Saturday morning.

Now, when a guy like me writes about a girl like her, that’s just it.

I’m writing about her.

It’s much easier than writing for her,

because writing for her means writing for you.

And, let’s face it… You would hate that.

You hate finding yourself in my poetry

just like I hate finding you in the most inconvenience of places.

I hate that I can’t listen to Taylor Swift without hearing you giggle.

I hate finding you in my closet, deciding on an outfit to wear,

and remembering how you hate graphic tees or brightly colored shoes.

I hate finding you at 3AM, tossing and turning in an empty bed.

I hate finding you in phone calls that never come…

On my birthday.

One time, you told me that your grandfather never gave up on your grandmother

and that if I believed enough in love, then it wasn’t wasted energy.

Even though you hated the girl I was talking to.

But, how can I believe in anything other than mixed messages

because you were the one who said

'just because there's a goalie doesn't mean you can't score.'

And, I’d be an asshole if I didn’t stand up here and mention

how often I see you with sad eyes. Like a flame of hope

crushed by silent gusts in between scrolling through cat pictures.

How you’re always changing the subject when I ask about him

Because if it’s out of sight, out of mind

Then where is your boy tonight?

I hope to God he is a gentleman

Because you are the only good thing

about this part of town

I remember holding you in my arms like Peter clinging onto Gwen beneath the Brooklyn Bridge.

Whispering a familiar mantra in your ear. “I hate it when I get like this.”

You said, ‘It was ok to be weak sometimes.’

I don’t necessarily believe in love.

But, I believe in you.

sweeteyees:

Relatable @mamabee77 #daria #mtv #shesthebest

Gpoy

sweeteyees:

Relatable @mamabee77 #daria #mtv #shesthebest

Gpoy

game-without-rules:

Amazing love confession…

game-without-rules:

Amazing love confession…

The Magic Begins 
 ↳Favourite Spell/Curse: Sectumsempra

syktris:

Man Overboard / Where I Left You

syktris:

Man Overboard / Where I Left You

blazeberg:

I’m freaking out I don’t usually reblog this stuff but this is like incredible

This is the kind of thing I can support.