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fucksebastianstan: “ basedpidgeot: “ feather-in-my-cap-and-cheese: “ urbendisaster: “ what? ” The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so...

fucksebastianstan:

basedpidgeot:

feather-in-my-cap-and-cheese:

urbendisaster:

what?

The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer

nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway

“Nerdy shit aside u can act like Superman”

Poet

nuclear-cellar-door:

I want to write you into these pages
I want to place your heartbeat
between these ruled lines,
your pulse, crackling through
your veins,
your wrists, like dry leaves whispering
to the wind
(you bleed rhyme and breathe melody
and your heart beats rhythm)
I want these words to be
wound around your spine,
threaded through your rib cage,
run up and down your finger bones.
I want to calligraphy your name
until it covers the page.
I want to carve you
into stone,
because
stone feels like it’ll last
Like you feel like you might slip
through my poems
and so I try to hold you
with pretty, useless metaphors,
Iridescent nets made of
half-constructed thoughts and haphazardly woven wishes.

pl3asing:

there is so much beauty in road trips tbh like driving past neon lights and looking at the stars and getting out of the car to get gas and snacks at 2am and driving past red rocks and fresh air and seeing the moon while listening to music that makes you feel a certain way idk UGH

faedex:

spitandvinegar:

New hobby idea: using phrases that sound like down-home folksy expressions you learned from your grandma but are actually just nonsense you just made up

- that man really salts my melon!

- you know what they say, it takes a bushel of corn to feed one chicken

- a louse will live on any head it lands on

- don’t put down a salt lick and say you ain’t got cows

- there’s a guy who eats half the berries and says the pie shell’s too big

- like digging a pond and hoping for ducks

This was supposed to be a joke and all but as a southerner, these still make sense.