Sometimes
I don’t want to show these poems
to anyone, sometimes
I want to remain hidden, deep in the coals
with the one who pulls the stars
through a telescope’s glass, the one who listens
for the click of the lock, the one
who kisses softly a woman’s eyes.

-- Jay Leeming

reblogs, babble, occasional fiction.


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Dec 20, 2011
@ 5:02 pm
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DAVE: i dont really have any orders to give though 
DAVE: except for karkat to shut the hell up because that horseshit is more obnoxious in person than i ever imagined 
KARKAT: OH WOW, I WOULD OFFER A RETORT TO YOUR VICIOUS BARB, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT UNLIKE EVERY ASSHOLE EVER, I CAN ACTUALLY FOLLOW ORDERS AND SHUT MY MOUTH! 
KARKAT: CHECK IT OUT, “DOGG” 
KARKAT: ……………………………….. 

oh my god

OH MY FUCKING GOD

  1. cipher-nine reblogged this from inkstrangle and added:
    this entire series of logs was completely relevant to my dave/karkat interests
  2. thislousyhalloweenurl reblogged this from quozzel and added:
    oh my god also why isnt someone hugging karkat RIGHT NOW COME ON TEREZI GIVE HIM A HUG OR GAMZEE OR KANAYA ONE OF YOU...
  3. badnewsmouse reblogged this from inkstrangle and added:
    AND THEN HE HOLDS HIS BREATH. FOR AT LEAST HALF-A-MINUTE.
  4. quozzel reblogged this from inkstrangle and added:
    NOW SMOOCH
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