Life ain't chess.
~ Tuesday, January 10 ~
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Mr. Dog’s Long Way Home

That is the title of the new play I’m writing. I think it’s actually going to be good. Quite exciting, considering all the other ones are shit.


~ Sunday, January 8 ~
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I’d like to get back into this Tumblin shite.


~ Thursday, September 29 ~
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Anonymous asked: I will always have the biggest crush on you.

Thank you so much. But never say always or never.


~ Monday, July 25 ~
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Anonymous asked: is this your website? "travis eklund"

Yeah man, well, it’s not my website. But it’s my blog on this website. How’ve you been?


~ Saturday, July 23 ~
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corduroyyy: (via kyliesays)

corduroyyy:

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We have the same goals!

We have the same goals!


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Anonymous asked: Pretty sure you've always wanted to see me naked.. Well.. I'm feeling pretty adventurous today so go to datelink5[dot]com (switch [dot] with .) then sign up and find my profile under the username 'lolsummer69'. I hid my face in the pictures. but I want you to guess who I am and then hit me up on Facebook lol. Good luck.

Wow! How did you know!? Of course I’ve always wanted to see you naked! I don’t know who you are, but I JUST KNOW! In fact, I think I’ll head over to that site RIGHT NOW!! 


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~ Thursday, July 21 ~
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“ Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.
— Leland from United States of Leland. One of my favorite movies of all time.

~ Wednesday, July 13 ~
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MA LYF

MA LYF


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The Dreams by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose- it screeched!

Swung in the wind- and no wind blowing-
I was afraid and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort-
And you were gone!  Cold as the dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter-
Ah, it is good to feel you there.
        


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