I’ll drive you out
I’ll drug you out
I’ll tear you out
I’ll cut you out
I’ll kick you out
I’ll push you out
I’ll pull you out
I cast you out
I’ll curse you out
I’ll shut you out
I’ll shit you out
I’ll clean you out
Grab a rope and hang you out to dry
Nothing here is mine unless stated.
Photoset reblogged from Mike Mitchell's Tumblr of Amazing Things.
OWWW MY FINGIES!
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Photo reblogged from Dear Diary,
Dear Holly,
I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean, you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon…but I have a feeling this is the last letter. Because there’s only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp. You can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me. How you changed me. You made me a man by loving me, Holly…and for that I am eternally grateful. Literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad…or unsure…or you lose complete faith…that you’ll try and see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I? You made my life, Holly, but I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal when life as you know it ends.
P.S. I will always love you.
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Saturday died in my arms last night. yesterday i had a feeling it would be that day. i just had a feeling. i have never watched something die before. he wouldn’t eat or drink and just wanted to snuggle, and as soon as he stopped breathing, his teeth clenched and his entire body went stiff. i was really confused and am really fucking sad. he had a nice last day, though. after i came home from the darkroom my dad and i gave him a warm bath in the backyard while he nibbled on apples. then i wrapped him up in a little towel burrito and we walked all around the neighborhood and it sounds stupid but i just showed him all these flowers, because i thought maybe he, in his lil rabbit brain, would think they were really pretty or something. i think he did. and i talked to him a lot yesterday, more than usual. told him about when i first met him, told him about a bunch of nice times we’d had together in case he’d forgotten in his old age. i sound retarded being this sentimental about a rabbit but honestly he was one of my best friends. and when someone or something is there almost your whole life, whether it’s a person, or an animal, or even something dumb like a table or a blanket, you feel it when it leaves. i suppose it was time. but it doesn’t make it easier. he has been there almost my whole life. (14 years! he was insane) it’s crazy. fuck. loved that little buddy. so fucking much.
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