- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.
the poem is by merrill glass and this is the source for the art!!
Dear tumblr staff,
stop. its ok. you don’t need to do these things. just focus on functionality(like the video player). we don’t need these little updates when somethings(like the video player) need your focus. thank you for your time but really, tumblr looks great. try to fix more important things(like the video player) so that we can all properly enjoy the features of tumblr(like the video player)
that moment when you get a random injury and have no idea where it came from
I want love, but it’s impossible, a man like me, so irresponsible, a man like me is dead in places, other men feel liberated. I can’t love, shot full of holes. Don’t feel nothing, I just feel cold, don’t feel nothing, just old scars, toughening up around my heart. But I want love, just a different kind. I want love, won’t break me down, won’t brick me up, won’t fence me in, I want a love, that don’t mean a thing. That’s the love I want, I want love. I want love on my own terms. After everything I’ve ever learned. Me, I carry too much baggage, oh man I’ve seen so much traffic. So bring it on, I’ve been bruised. Don’t give me love that’s clean and smooth, I’m ready for the rougher stuff, no sweet romance, I’ve had enough. (x)
Throwback Thursday: here’s me and the missus at Halloween last year. I partied so hard I hacked up a furball later. (x)