No You Don't

sometimes the best movie adaptation of a book is the mid 70s bbc play of the month with less than the bare minimum camera work and shitty quality

guys never date a musician she won't stop writing songs about me

Some furry icon my friend asked me to draw lol

(Not trying to disrespect religion in any way btw)

going back to the field where you once played as a child.

its an earthy, magical feeling,

and yet liminal and lonely.

the grass is tall and thin, untouched by those who frequently trimmed it when you were young.

the tree branches are falling, which reminds you of how taken care of it used to be.

prying through the grass, a million spider webs start to dance upon you-

each one uncontrolled by its owner.

because of your current state, you are unable to decide whether to frantically jump out of the way,

shaken of being attacked by the almost invisible threads-

or to apologize to the spider for destroying its home.

barren patches of dirt lay on the ground,

and the wind feels stronger than it used to be.

though the animals may be around, with birds tweeting and foxes prancing far off in the woods,

you feel alone.

as if all the other children who used to play here have forgotten what it was like to simply be a child.

but yet,

somehow,

for a brief moment-

you recall what it felt like to have no worries.

When I die, bury me not on the rocky road

  For my lifeless body will be fed to crows

  Each bit of skin eaten slowly, day by day

  Until all but my bones have been unclothed.

When I die, bury me not on the mountain high

  For the finest land will be at my view

  The land of which my ancestors grew

  And I am not worthy of such a beautiful sky.

When I die, bury me not where the sand meets the water

  Where the green grass ceases to grow

  For the waves will have me pecked and slaughtered

  Until the God above takes away the watery rows.

When I die, bury me not in the trees of sage

  As branches reach over my ribcage

  Growing vines of spiked long mirth

  And nature takes me into its Earth.

yeah i guess you could say im trans. transporting this MUG ROOT BEER into my MOUTH

you want me to tell people i love them? the thing that killed basil hallward??

snoopy is back at it again eating 37 human femurs, merry christmas everyone

no longer aroace guys i fell in love with the girl from ipanema