(Source: trickquestion, via woodenantlers)
(Source: trickquestion, via woodenantlers)
Jackson 5 - Who’s Lovin’ You
And you don’t ever wonder
or worry your pretty little head
about what I do
sometimes I catch myself thinking about the see-through christopher kane bow-front crinkled-chiffon shirt and how perfect it is and then I remember I never go anywhere or do anything or know anyone that would be worthy of that shirt
same
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Authorities in Swaziland, who are very serious about their witches, have enacted revolutionary new legislation intended to regulate all witch air traffic over their country.
dreamy
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Some summers ago when I shot a gun I remember my hands feeling so light and shaky when I held the 9mm while all the men watched. I still think about that day relatively often, more than other days. (More than I think about you but less than I’ve been thinking about the RZA lately for some reason.)
When we walked in, the guns were lined up and I immediately regretted my decision but when I shot the first couple of rounds someone remarked I was a natural. It felt insulting because I interpreted in a way I don’t think he meant it, but I couldn’t hear it in any other way: I was effortlessly cruel.
They changed the thing I was shooting at from a mere bulls eye to the figure of a man and I shot him in the head and in the heart. My dad put his hand on my shoulder and said something I don’t remember and I said I didn’t want this anymore and we went home.
Either way, I framed the little bulls eye and brought it back to London.
Months later I was babysitting, and me and this 11 year old boy were shooting NERF guns. I taught him the right stance and tricks I’d learned that summer. He was surprised at my apparent expertise (although it was all relatively basic). He asked if he could shoot me and I said sure, but I’d have to turn around. He wasn’t a natural, but I told him to aim for my head and my heart.
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