Mango Comes Home From Work To Find Her Husband Gone Shes Like Oh No Where Did My Man Go

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.

someone tell me why comedically stepping around like this actually feels like im being quieter

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

i hate sitting on the floor it makes me feel so homeschooled

ive out bookmarked you all

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 !

IF YOUR KIDS HAVE THE EXACT SAME OPINIONS AS YOU, SOCIETY NEVER EVOLVES. if you get angry at your children for having ever so slightly less conservative opinions than you, please realize that if you probably did that yourself, and so did your parents, and so did theirs. if everyone thought the exact same as their parents did hundreds of years ago, we would still be burning people for alleged witchcraft and enslaving people. its really not that awful if your kids are being barely exposed to the "woke agenda" and having more liberal opinions than your generation because, fun fact, that's how society becomes more kind.

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

currently trying to beat the punk anti-capitalist anarchical queer teenage stereotype rn but it's not going so well

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