Metal Set - Handwriting

The Teenage Olympics

Kathryn is my name
Nice of you to stumble here
Upon my hobbit-hole
Tanner Hall, 2009

Tanner Hall, 2009

(via goblinpromqueen)

Pulp Fiction, 1994

(Source: buttsarenice)

Big Fish, 2003

(Source: noellehoffman)

Peggy Sue Got Married, 1986

Peggy Sue Got Married, 1986

(Source: nothingbutthe80s)

(Source: 1ittlepeach)

Just Like Starting Over (Control Room Playback) - John Lennon (1980) 

You can hear him talking in the back, saying “It’s good, isn’t it?” and other little things. One of my favorites!  In this take you can even hear more of John putting his “Elvis” type voice into it, which I LOVE! 

(Source: beatlesneveroutofstyle, via lennonfantasy)

1 month ago - 128
When you lie on me
Nothing compares to the warmth
Of your naked chest

When you lie on me

Nothing compares to the warmth

Of your naked chest

Just Okay

I’ve never been through this before,
I’ve committed the crime, 
I’ve never had to sever the consequence,

It doesn’t feel the way I understood it to be,
It doesn’t help with the sound of screams in my ears,
It is not easy to turn off the sound,

The light helps a little,
The weight feels almost gone,
The veins in my head are boiling now,

Why can’t I stop this,
This stupid,
Pointless,
Endless,
Chasing and running to
You

I’ll be okay,
I’ll be okay,
That’s what they all say,

But why doesn’t it feel that way,
How do I start what I never finish,
How do I begin when it has almost ended once before,

The struggle is embarrassing,
This pain isn’t real,
I won’t ignore this time,
Maybe if I let it pass like the time
Everything will change. 

(the poem above was written about R during a period of trying to get over him)

So, let’s just call him R. I’m trying to get over him. Trying. Keyword: TRYING. He wants me to watch Juan of the Dead, a zombie-comedy horror film with him… I’ll… just…. 

                             … float
                                              … away

                                                         ….. in the 

                                                                                  … OCEAN. 


*silently sobs*

Just Okay

I’ve never been through this before,

I’ve committed the crime, 

I’ve never had to sever the consequence,

It doesn’t feel the way I understood it to be,

It doesn’t help with the sound of screams in my ears,

It is not easy to turn off the sound,

The light helps a little,

The weight feels almost gone,

The veins in my head are boiling now,

Why can’t I stop this,

This stupid,

Pointless,

Endless,

Chasing and running to

You

I’ll be okay,

I’ll be okay,

That’s what they all say,

But why doesn’t it feel that way,

How do I start what I never finish,

How do I begin when it has almost ended once before,

The struggle is embarrassing,

This pain isn’t real,

I won’t ignore this time,

Maybe if I let it pass like the time

Everything will change. 

(the poem above was written about R during a period of trying to get over him)

So, let’s just call him R. I’m trying to get over him. Trying. Keyword: TRYING. He wants me to watch Juan of the Dead, a zombie-comedy horror film with him… I’ll… just…. 

                             … float

                                              … away

                                                         ….. in the 

                                                                                  … OCEAN. 

*silently sobs*

Ode to Facebook

Hear ye, hear ye! 

 

Might you spare a moment for me

I’ve got questions you must see

I’ve been itchin’ and a scratchin’ me head

Trying to figure out what must be said

 

Can you take a second and look

What is the purpose of Facebook?

 

Why are cats, puppies, and duck-faced girls so adored?

Why are comments with poor grammar so abhorred?

 

When did dead pixel screens need all of our concentration?

When did liking drivel surpass a deep conversation?

 

Take a hike

Ride your bike

Get out of your house

You lazy louse