Ziggy Played Guitar With God Given Ass Or Whatever The Fuck David Bowie Said

no more reading camus in public im reading this shit

a spit take isnt enough i need some pearls to clutch

Dentist confessional. Like, forgive me doctor for I have sinned. I have partaken of the wine. Not only that, but the coffee and the tea. I consume carbonated beverages regularly. I eat sweets such as saltwater taffy and caramels. On the weekend, if I sleep in, I only brush my teeth at night. And then the dentist is like, "and are you flossing, my child?" and they just have to look away

What are all of your favourite bible verses? Why are they dear to you? Use this post as an excuse to speak all about them 💗

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.

MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSSWSES YAYAYAYA

HAPPY BIRFDAY JESUS 🫶🏼 WOOOOO

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

Some furry icon my friend asked me to draw lol

(Not trying to disrespect religion in any way btw)

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

How carefully Your neck had bled

Pierced so bluntly by a dagger

Stepping back, but how You staggered-

Left me mourning for the dead.

The evening that had left me speechless,

For the only words were tears that shed

And us standing under raindrops

Gave the regret for You I had plead.

And in the rain Your hair had curled-

How I saw Your witful eyes.

And how they stared up at me

Like two subconscious pearls; in disguise.

O ! Your Beauty, how it took me

With unearlthy bound divine

For it came, absorbed my mind-

Desire of the most unholy.

Upon the earth Your chest lay bare,

But laced with clover.

Your seraphic veiled body

I only wished I could uncover.

But how much could You resist me ?

Far too much for one to bear.

Yet only with You could I speak of laurels;

Laurels, dancing in the air.

“Come tomorrow,” You had told me.

“For then we shall drink bread and wine.

Tomorrow we let the the living live

Today we let the dead die.”

And how I waited, with bread and wine

Awaiting Your curly hair, Your witfull eyes

Those pearls that tore away what was wise-

Too much I wished You heard my cries.

Alone in the rain, my eyes a sea

But still; I did as You please-

I let the living take the dead

And let the dead take me.