Perry Is My Dogs Name

woofuckingjiho:

when the pizza guy came over today i was like “have a good day” and he said “dont tell me what to do” and i just stood there staring at him and then he’s like “lol i got that from drake and josh”

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Just when I was wondering what I was going to do this summer, I came across an unopened copy of Mass Effect 3 in my house, HAPPY OUT

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WHAT? Noooooo 4chan loves cats!if you were to touch a cat anon would hunt you down man

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Patrick Sonnie Murphy
Can’t say I know ya personally.
I’d like to know you better though.

Is tha big house on down the road,
Yeah, the one that’s all overgrown,
Did it belong to a neighbour or family long ago?

Patrick Sonnie Murphy
Your house is gettin’ dirty,
The room is grey and dusty,
The air is stale and musty,
This place is long overdue a clean.

Oh look, that’s a text from Mam
Guess it’s time for me to leave.
I would have never of thought
Going behind the bungalow,
I’d happen upon your grave in the undergrow.

Patrick Sonnie Murphy
Written on a marble stone
Lookin’ out across the lake
Along the path that no one goes.
I’ll tell you now my heart aches.
Was it cold when you were put under the November snow?

As I walk my home
I think of how you are
Lonesome, dead and buried
And how my legs are getting heavy.
In the time that’s passed
Is anyone still mourning how you’re gone?

Patrick Sonnie Murphy
Still can’t say I know you personally
But at least I know you better though.

This poem is about the man who’s buried behind an old house beside the lake near my house, I had never gone around it to see this gravestone sticking out of the grass, it looked kind of new, I don’t know but I doubt anyone cares that Patrick Sonnie Murphy’s there. On the way home this poem basically formed in my head so I had to capture it before I forgot it. I”l get a picture when I can.

fallmorelow:

Pokemon Superheroes!

xhainciru:

Needed to be done.

douglaswolk:

Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun. If nothing in that sentence at least marginally interests you, I have no idea why you’re visiting this website. (via Badass of the Week: Julie D’Aubigny, La Maupin) (thank you, Rachel!)

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I texted you all day
Wished you well as you got on the plane
I know it’s only a few days
But to me it’ll be fucking ages
I’m gonna miss you babe

Now you’re in London
I’m in Leitrim
I know it’s just a few days
And I don’t know how I’m feeling
But it seems like we’re worlds away
And I can’t wait til you’re home again.

Later on I got that message on facebook
Just to say all was good and hey.
I had to think back, back to the day
When I had to hide my feelings
As if I was ashamed.
I tried to deny it
I tried to hide it
But when I’m around you
I can’t help but be excited.

Now you’re in London
I’m in Leitrim
I know it’s just a few days
And I don’t know how I’m feeling
But it seems like we’re worlds away
And I can’t wait til you’re home again.

I had a heartbreak so I had nothing to lose
And there was no one better than you to choose.
I had  our friends at school worm their way in
I kept it distant,
To see if you liked me
And waited for you to say that you do.
I don’t know how ya missed that.

I remember the start,
When I walked you home
I held your hand the very first time
And then we were all alone,
Finally between a wall and a van
Wrapped around your fingers, we just kissed.
At first it was weird with our history
That this was happening here

But you’re not

Now you’re in London
I’m in Leitrim
I know it’s just a few days
and I don’t know how I’m feeling
but it seems like we’re worls away
and I can’t wait til you’re home again.

Then I got the buzz
That you were missing me.
While you were away I had no body to listen to me
I was glad that you were feeling the same.
You really didn’t have to bother
Getting that present for me, I know it wasn’t cheap.

Now you’re in London
I’m in Leitrim
I know it’s just a few days
And I don’t know how I’m feeling
But it seems like we’re worlds away
And I can’t wait til you’re home again.

Now you’re on your way back.
How strange the of those days seemed to last.
I don’t care if
It’s a bus or a plane,
Or a train or a car
As long as it’s fast.
I guess it’s true what they say
You don’t miss something good until it’s gone,
Even if it’s only for a holiday

But now you’re home again.

The chorus for this popped into my head the other day and I just finished writing it, I hope it’s not too terrible. I’ve got the lyrics, all I need is the music :)