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Jared Singer - “Love”

"Love can only be described the way it is lived; in parts."

Performing during the Coaches’ Slam at the 2014 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

msh30:

team i can’t do math for shit but i can write a 3 page english paper in less than an hour 

dearborns:

foxnewsofficial:

they should replace hospital gowns with colourful mexican ponchos because they’re kinda similar and no one could be sad 

if we’re gonna die let’s die looking like a peruvian folk band

when you turn thirteen and want to paint your nails black
I’ll rummage through an old drawer and give you my own polish.
when you look at me and say, “momma, I’m lost.”
I’ll turn you towards the mirror
and say, “run darlin’, don’t ever let them find you.”

when the first day of high school comes
and you hurry to get out of the car with nerves in hand I’ll tell you,
“don’t run, walk slow. you’ll make it through.”
when you go on your first date I’ll remember my first date.
I’ll remember the look on my own mother’s face
when he didn’t open my car door
and baby, if he doesn’t open the car door remember your momma saying, “he doesn’t get to open anything else either.”

one day that boy will break your heart
and when you lock yourself in your room
I’ll buy you a journal, a brand new pen, a 2 liter of strawberry soda
and a potted violet with a note saying something like,
“white oleanders are poisonous and so is heartache.
violets symbolize something that I’ve since forgotten
and strawberry soda drowns the salt in your tears.”

one day you’ll pack your things,
I’ll write you letters and send you candles in the mail.
you’ll marry young or maybe old.
you’ll have a daughter of your own and watch the sun rise in her eyes.
just remember to never look up what violets symbolize
and when she looks at you with tears in her eyes
saying, “momma, I’m lost.”
turn her towards the mirror
and say, “run darlin’, don’t ever let them find you.”

and when they say you’re too much soul for one person,
remember the white oleanders.-dah (via whisperingbones)
Before you leave the band room for the last time, stop and take a look around for just one moment. These four walls have seen you at your worst and at your best, they had watched families created and families fall apart, they have seen love between two people and one sided crushes, they have seen your most joyous days and maybe melancholy ones, they have seen the person you were when you walked in for the first time and now have seen the person you are for the last time. And when you turn back around and walk through the halls for the never last time, know that those walls are silently weeping and maybe you are too because you both have realized that in order to go somewhere in life, you must leave home. The Silent Saxophone Player  (via hokkaiiido)

happy birthday to my ratchet ass friend who likes dance moms more than me. literally the only person I could sit with in a basement for 12 hours in a day watching the cat in the hat or south beach tow or degrassi and laugh as much as I do.

stay fierce, bernice. you deserve a swaggie 16th, you dirty hoe. ( mrconbon ) ps:: *snaps claws* get back to work!

mrconbon:

partially-complete smelly-nerd
I have found the best post on Tumblr

mrconbon I’m literally dying this is so beautiful

milesluna:

GAAAAAAAAAAAY—

Naw, but for real, this made me smile.