my friends are always trapping me in a cup and putting me outside in some grass. i just wanna hang out u know
You know that post about how angels and telephone towers are biologically compatible? That’s how I feel about overgrown plants and industrial machines.
I just saw a post on Tumblr asking if you're "allowed" to do something in a story you're writing. (In this case, a POV shift.)
I just want to sing to the tune of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, "THERE ARE NO RULES. THERE ARE NO RULES. There are no rules there are no rules there are no rules..."
ideal hangout i invite 2 talkative and funny friends over and listen to them talk to each other
i love having like a single mutual for each of my niche interests its like being a president with a cabinet. and what news from my Secretary of House of Leaves today