Nothing But Owls
So I wrote a thing..

No meaningful metaphor,

Or simple simile,

Will ever be able

To describe:

His smile.

 

No beautiful ballad,

Or singing sonnet,

Will ever be able  

To describe:

His eyes

No omniscient onomatopoeia,

Or playful personification,

Will ever be able

To describe:

His words.

No enticing epic,

Or overbearing ode,

Will ever be able

To describe:

His love.

No heightened hyperbole,

Or aging allegory,

Will ever be able

To describe:

His perfection.

No analytical aubade,

Or eternal elegy,

Will ever be able

To describe:

His goodbye.

justiceshipper:

theperksofbeingateenagenarwhal:

jeweyflambara:

vrisrezi:

hellalara:

i wish i had a super tight-knit group of friends that i fought crime with

i wish i had a super tight-knit group of friends that i committed crimes with

I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends

I wish I had friends

I wish I could knit


burnedinthebackofyourmind:

MOM, IS THAT YOU?

burnedinthebackofyourmind:

MOM, IS THAT YOU?

party-in-my-purgatories:

He got his training from the Winchesters.

lizardking90:

Peek-A-Boo
-Back To Earth - Artworks

So I’m just gonna sit here and blog about my life and how it’s falling apart. Thanks for putting up with me followers. I love you.

Everything is so clear. Everything makes sense now. I don’t like him and I don’t like him. I’m just jealous and I just want to be loved.

I’m a poop face.

But I love char bear.

opphoto:

HIDING on Flickr.

opphoto:

HIDING on Flickr.