rhyme for you life


“A trail of bodies? Prison break where Loki was held? It had your name written all over it,” Thor hissed. His eyebrows were closely knitted together in frustration. 

You maintained your smirk and sarcastic attitude, “Glad to know you see me where ever you go, big bro! The real king sends his regards by the way. It would’ve been so much more fun with him in charge.”

“(Y/N) it would’ve been chaos and you know that.”

You are the peanut to my butter,
twinkle in my eye,
shake to my bake,
blue in my sky,
flip to my flop,
bumble to my bee,
jewel on my crown,
milk to my shake,
spring in my step,
beat of my heart,
love of my life.
john wick sentence starters

“And may I ask why?”
“They know you’re coming.”
“Of course…but it won’t matter.”
“People don’t change. You know. Times, they do.”
“I once saw him kill three men in a bar, with a pencil. A fucking pencil.”
“It’s over a woman, of course.”
“I was just sortin’ some stuff out.”
“Ah, well…I’ll leave you be then.”
“This life…follows you. It clings to you. Infecting everyone that comes close you. We are cursed, you and I.”
“There’s no rhyme or reason to this life. It’s days like today scattered among the rest.”
“Who? That fucking nobody?”
“What the… did he hear a fucking word I said?”
“Oh? How do you plan that?”
“Now, as I recall, weren’t you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?”
“Just visiting.”
“How good is your laundry?”
“Treat all your ladies like this?”
“You are no lady. Trust me.”
“Do I look civilized to you?”
“Everything’s got a price.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking I’m back.”
“Where did you get that car?”
“I thought I’d let myself in.”
“He’s the one you send to kill the fucking boogeyman.”
“C’mon, let’s go home.” 
“How much for the car?”
“Rusty, I guess.”

Momma, Momma

Momma, momma, can’t you see
What this life has done to me?
Stripped away my hopes and dreams…
And replaced it with agony.
Momma, momma, don’t you know
We all reap what others sew?
We all grow weak, all grow cold…
We all get tired, all get old.
Momma, momma, can’t you tell
That this world’s a living Hell?
Wish us luck and wish us well…
But we’re all empty, all just shells.

anonymous asked:

this may be such a big ask depending on how much you want to say, so I get if it's overwhelming and you would just rather not, but do you think you could list some of phoebe's music favorites? her taste is so so good! thank you so much in advance if you decide to do this ♥

phoebe’s music taste is divine and quite similar to mine so it’s easy to keep track because it’s usually already on my playlist 🙌🙌 here are some of her favourites:

  • caring is creepy, the shins
  • reckoner, radiohead
  • michicant, bon iver
  • the wheel, sohn
  • a new error, moderat
  • flesh without blood, grimes
  • ocean breathes salty, modest mouse
  • we move lightly, dustin o’halloran
  • starboy, the weekend
  • nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex
  • what he wrote, laura marling
  • hey, pixies
  • obstacle 1, interpol
  • the celestials, the smashing pumpkins
  • come as you are, nirvana
  • life round here, james blake
  • rhyme and reason, eminem
  • where is my mind, nada surf
  • petals, bibio
  • doing the right thing, daughter
  • ingenue, atoms for peace
  • gold, kiiara
  • out of the woods, taylor swift
  • first, cold war kids
  • crystallize, lindsey stirling

When the life you thought you’d live
is not the life you know,
and all that the world had to give
was just a giant show,

looking back at mountains crossed,
and finding they were hills,
that everything you gave or lost
was worth its weight in pills,

it’s time to sink into the ground
and feel the dirt surround,
from in our chambers all around,
not a sight, not a sound
can be found.

-Christian Fett (@christian-fett)

Don’t spend your life working and squander your youth
You will earn nothing from it except this one truth; 
It’s the epiphany you have at the bitter end 
When you’re rich in net worth without a single friend 
Because when your life’s at it’s end and you’re gasping for air 
You’ll give just about anything for someone to care 
And you’ll realize why money was never enough…. 
Because in the end the one thing you were missing was love
—  Ranata Suzuki “Money isn’t everything”
Dreams of You

I wonder if you ever,
think of me;
If I appear in your dreams,
If I say sweet nothings,
into your ears,
while you work on your poetry;
If I run my fingers through your hair,
and feel that gentle pulse,
near your neck;
If you give in and indulge,
in letting me,
kiss you,
the way I want to,
and smile,
look deep into my eyes…
Or do I just imagine it?

© soulreserve 2015

              now  this  is  a  story  all  about  how  his  life  got  flip-turned  upside  down  and  i’d  like  to  take  a  minute         i’ll come  up  with  a  rhyme!  i’ll  tell  you  how  his  life  was  ruined  by  the  hero  of  time.   

              iiiin  the  southern  swamp  he  was  born  and  raised,  playin’  with  the  octorocks  where  he  spent  most  of  his  days.  chillin’  out,  maxin’  relaxin’  and  all  cool  and  grabbin’  some  fairies  outside  of  the  pools.  when  a  couple  of  monkeys  who  were  up  to  no  good  started  makin’  trouble  in  his  neighborhood?  there  was  this  one  LITTLE  KID  and  his  dad  got  mad  and  said  GET  A   REAL  JOB.  YOU’RE  NOT  A  FAIRY.

I’m the one who talks in riddles
Everyone thinks I’ve gone mad
But no one ever tells me because who would tell a mad person they’re mad?
That’s only something a mad person would do.
But why do I feel like others think I’m mad if no one has told me?
Maybe I am going mad…
You’re the one who’s made me who I am
Every since you came into my life I’ve been rhyming and singing 
Comparing you to every which thing I see!
Others cringe at me
I’m too happy for their liking
They assume I must be living in a world of fantasy!
Coworkers whispering, ‘have you ever seen her frown?’
'I’ve never seen her without a smile plastered on her face, much less a frown’
'Why must she smile so stupidly?’
So when my time is free, I don’t leave my cubicle
I write
I have post it notes all along these three walls of the things I want to tell you
No more gray to be seen, just the light yellow
You’ve made my world light yellow
I think you’re the sun
I’m not mad.
I’m just madly in love.
—  A Fate of Love (This takes up three post it notes in my cubicle)