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"Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. Am I ready for this? Am I ready for a different face, a different taste? A deeper voice pronouncing the word ‘stay’ or teeth not quite as square? Can I lose myself in eyes that are missing the darker tone of blue than what I’m used to, and am I okay to never see the freckle that lies on your waterline? Am I prepared for new inside jokes and a laugh that doesn’t sound like the coughing fit of a man with a three week old cold? I’m not sure. I’m not sure if I’m ready to have my dreams invaded with some else’s lips. But I guess I have to be." - Jessica Haley Mathews, “Am I Ready?” (via wnq-writers)


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If Opposites Attract, Then This Would Be It 

mimickingmaelstroms:

At first glance, they think of a Catholic school girl,

those with knee-high socks who live with their parents

in the friendly end of the neighbourhood with the

plant a tree posters nailed onto every fucking tree.

At first glance, they think of him as a cigarette-

smoking vagabond, whose…


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"do i dare disturb
the moon and make it forget
why it is so full?" - Amanda Helm, Haikus (10)  (via amandaspoetry)


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"

The door is always open. I don’t mean that for everybody. In all honesty, I’m this hateful, dreadful sort of person. I hate everyone I don’t intend on fucking & then I eventually hate them too.

I’m difficult. I know I’m difficult. I know that loving me made you cry. I know that I did some terrible things, but how I am with you, how I felt for you, how I still feel for you, for us, is a way I’ve never been able to be with anyone, for anyone. I’ve never been able to understand anything past my own body & yet I understand you.

You think I would yell if you came back. You’re wrong. You think it’s better off this way. You’re wrong. You think she’s going to be enough & that one day her beauty will burn your eyelids open. You’re wrong. You’re wrong. You’re wrong. Everything you think you know is wrong.

You see, I keep coming back for you. I keep turning over the rug, flipping the mattress. So what if we both drew blood? We can just change the goddamn sheets. It never has to be so complicated.

If we lose one thing, we’re never guaranteed to find another. There is no carbon copy. There’s no expiration date either. It’s never too late. The gun you shot & the gun I shot & the blood & the sheets & the weakness. All it proves is that I still love you. All it proves is that you can’t kill this.

So stop trying. Stop thinking about what it will take. Stop thinking about who still needs to forgive who & what for. There’s not a goddamn thing to forgive. It’s okay by me. The wall we crashed into, is okay by me. Messes can always be cleaned & bones can always be reset. So, please, stop thinking about what I’ll say or what you’ll say, because this is what I will say

—I miss you more than I could ever hate you & I know how to love you better than I know how to be angry with you, so when you want to come home, just come home. The door is always open. You don’t even have to knock.—

" - Moriah Pearson, I’ll be inside (free-writing)


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"was it before, during, or after sex?
they laugh.
it was every waking moment,
you say.
but sometimes i hear her mutter in her sleep too." - MJLwhen his friends ask him when i told him that i love him (request)


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The Boy Who Touched You Too Often (K.P.K)

The Boy Who Touched You Too Often (K.P.K)


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autobliss:

Photo http://amazingcars.tumblr.com/post/95327705066


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