MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSSWSES YAYAYAYA

when my guitar is in the living room

it knows it isn't played.

my guitar is in the dining room

it sits there- dusted and frayed.

when my guitar is in the bedroom

being touched by an unfamiliar style

or sits alone in solitude

knowing it won't be played

for a very long while.

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

injure me and make me miss 19 games because im dunn

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

not liking most current music artists is NOT a brag it means finding a musician i really like and thinking "oh hey wouldn't it be cool to see them live" and looking up their name only to find out they died 73 years ago

"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

i find it difficult to comprehend the fact that the human mind is capable of enjoying both korn and chopin nocturnes

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.