Hi, I'm Sorry For Reblogging That Octonauts Post So Much It Just Hit My Autism

petition for panic attack breathing videos to NOT have an ad at the beginning please

acab except for those two funky cops from gravity falls

"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.

there is too much music i need to listen to. i cannot bear it. there are so many albums and every time i find an album there is another album and then another album and then a bunch of singles and then another reddit post titled "greatest punk album of the year?" and suddenly it has 326 comments naming a bunch of punk albums i need to listen to, and of course all the comments say completely different bands, and so now i go listen to one of the albums and suddenly im going down a rabbit hole of their glorious music and i simply do not have the time to go listen to all the other 325 albums from that reddit post, and much less time to go scavenge the internet archive for 60s garage bands but if i do not find a way to listen to every single music in the world i will cry. life is hard man

Some furry icon my friend asked me to draw lol

(Not trying to disrespect religion in any way btw)

a spit take isnt enough i need some pearls to clutch

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 💗

Six feet above water

Six feet under par

Twenty years surprised her

Amongst the quicket little stars !

Two feet beneath the surface

One beneath the soul

Twelve above the heart

Crafted from earthly gold.

Consider what would happen

To a damsel in dismay

Of fear and trembling wonderfully

Of her step to be light and gay

A cricket cap upon her hair

In the sorrowful evening gray !

Twas much of once a worry

What would happen, under par

Beneath the pandemonium’s walls

Beneath the tribal stars

Much yearns to be taken

From the step, last week’s array

For the cricket cap on her head

And her step to be light and gay !