40° Today, Time To Bring Out The Grandpa Sweaters

kinda bored, might blame all my problems on capitalism idk

would u still love me if i metamorphosed into a giant dung beetle overnight

Definitely one of the funniest feature discord has added.

WARNING! ANNOYING BITCH HAS BREACHED THE PERIMETER!!!

DO YOU WISH TO EVACUATE?

soup....shooup...schooup...soUP. SOUP.,.! soup. god i lvoe soup. man i just. dSoup. people ask me how im aroace. its cause soup exists you fucking idiot.s. youre out here being allo wasting your.e time while u could be eating soup. GOD i LOVE SOUP. man its just. so good. schhcocoleloep. slurp. soup. man i jt. how could you not love soup i dont understand

it’s not really a kraken game if john and edzo haven’t had at least one ridiculous side conversation in the first 5 minutes lmfao

acab except for those two funky cops from gravity falls

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.

~Lovely~

(a poem)

the glory of the morning, to lay flowers across her arms my fingers absentmindedly drumming a soft melody on her shoulder the timing correlates with the swooning beat of my mortal heart, the one which i gifted to her long ago she has mine, and in turn i am lucky enough to have hers she is mine, she is lovely, how i love her i rise to stand and observe my work azaleas trace the side of her frame reaching once again to the wicker basket, i carefully surround her face with cosmos weaving gardenias and jasmine through the tourmaline umber of her hair resisting the urge to comb my hand through, lest i disturb her rest a bolt of raw affection surges through me; lowering myself onto my knees, i press a kiss to her hand she is lovely, how i love her a yellow daffodil is soon tucked behind her left ear, with a pink one mirroring behind her right the enamored sigh that escapes me is one the world has heard thousands of times, but this wont be the last instance in which it occurs interlocking her hand in mine, i place seven violets above her heart her eyes flutter open, content but curious, and i bring my lips to hers how i love her oh, how i love her so

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