The beauty of things must be that they end.
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| — | Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless) |
When I say “I want love” or “I want a boyfriend” I’m not saying “I wanna’ fuck you in the back of a van and break up with you tomorrow” what I’m saying is; I want love, And chivalry, and courtship, and a hand to hold when i give up on everything.
For Christmas I want a handsome boyfriend who will chill and play Super Nintendo and listen to Boys Night out with me.
So come over to my house
Catch up over dinner
We are having strychnine and sirloin
Port wine and paint thinner
You’ll convulse through the chorus
It’s the song of the sinner
Catch up over dinner
We are having strychnine and sirloin
Port wine and paint thinner
You’ll convulse through the chorus
It’s the song of the sinner
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| — | Composing- Boys Night Out (via gdfather06) |
There are a million things to think about when you give up getting high.
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| — | Boys Night Out - Get Your Head Straight (via iamhankthepigeon) |
Raise your glass high
To fallen friends of tragic ends;
To lovers lost of a heart’s exhaust;
To wasting time.
Raise your glass high.
To money gained, to money spent.
On whims and needs of good or ill intent.
To each resulting argument.
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| — | Boys night out - Fall for the drinker. (via theteacupsecrets) |
