December 2008
206 posts
pants on fire
“I tried to call you Saturday.”
No. No, you didn’t. How do I know? Because I was home all day. The phone only rang one time and it wasn’t you. I don’t know why you feel the need to lie to me about stupid shit like this all of the time. I’ve certainly heard this lie before. And, always a few days after [day].
If you don’t want to be my friend, just...
birds.
stupidinboston:
havent-got-a-prayer:
Birds are luckier than they know. Freedom is as easy as spreading their wings, and nothing is off limits. The skies and ground are theirs for the taking. If I was a bird, my feet would rarely touch branches and phone lines. I would explore the heavens until my feathers fell out. If I was a bird, I would never want to come down.
I would observe the...
“We danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed...”
– Pearl Cleage (via runningfromlions) (via nownownowboy) (via bon-bon) (via coldhearted) (via fantasyaction) (via reinventthesea)
