Seriously Yall If Your Kids Have To Share Every Single Opinion That You Have Society Never Changes

40° today, time to bring out the grandpa sweaters

acab except for those two funky cops from gravity falls

i didnt know "a christmas carol" was supposed to be so funny?? the entire first conversation just feels like the conversation between gandalf and bilbo in the hobbit its so great

"jasmine, open your wings !"

unveil your pretty leaves my love

put your childhood to rest

your wings lay off the finest dove

and a crown of the prettiest dress,

with a cowl of golden lace i see

your feathers dripping so free.

such fine pristine garden howls

flying into chains of glass

and with your perfect golden cowl

lacèd, with the finest brass.

moonwater swirling in your hair

rosèd twine of which i could stare

music of love- to the morning play on

so until the sun rises,

i can still hear your song.

awaken in water of pure and fair

dreams of finely pruned fellows

god created, of the smallest affair

until the morning comes

to spoil the night

let us drink to the music

to your heavenly sight.

Start in November-

A perfectly respectable month,

When the clouds grow dim

And the trees are hardly awake,

Hibernating from the cold.

And when you start in november

Wakening on the first day

Up to sit and make your very first drink of the month

“Tea with lemon”, the poetic way of calling it

To sip it and realize you hate november

As you’re never going to work in such cold conditions.

Start in the evening-

When you just got home from work.

You thought last night: “perhaps I will get it done

When the sky turns gold and blue

And I can relax while doing so.”

But you realize quite soon

That you hate evenings with work

Evenings where one must arrive

Home from even more work

Just to simply start another task.

And you realize, once again

You’re never going to work in such hardworking conditions.

Start inside a cabin-

Arrive, just in time to set the fire

Watching snow outside the window

Falling long, but quietly.

Then relax so deeply into a blanket

(that only feels comfortable because it isn’t your own)

And realize you’re never going to work in such comfortable conditions.

Start upon a hill-

A quite romantic feeling.

Laying upon a hillside

Right next to a picnic basket filled with goods you made the day before.

Mountains reign before you

Of the most exemplary scenery.

For several minutes you watch the sky

The clouds going by uncomfortably fast

And the chilly breeze sweeping upon you.

Bugs start to crawl on the picnic blanket

And soon onto your hand.

In another world they might be ladybugs

But in this one they are simply inconveniences.

And you sit upon the grass

Stink bugs creeping up your legs

You realize you’ll never be able to work in such pest-infested conditions.

Start someday, sometime-

Until you cannot put it off.

what brings you to this land?

is it the snow that rests upon the trees? 

or is it the bits of glass within the sand?

does the train that runs excite you? 

the one that speeds unto the hills

such noise that scares the jays

and calls its quiet evening shrills!

are you left with but despair

and a wreaking heart of glass

as the sky kisses the air 

to colden the church's evening mass?

do you wish to run each hill

flattening each blade of grass

the quiet of a winter's kill

lies calmly, waiting for evening mass.

thinking about how amazing life would be if i could play bar chords

"nina simone isn't overrated she was a major 20th century artist" no. you're wrong. she is underrated until every man woman and child on this goddamn earth loves her music

sorry, i think you made a typo. by the "woke agenda" you meant "human rights"