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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
MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSSWSES YAYAYAYA
HAPPY BIRFDAY JESUS 🫶🏼 WOOOOO
i didnt know "a christmas carol" was supposed to be so funny?? the entire first conversation just feels like the conversation between gandalf and bilbo in the hobbit its so great
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.
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 💗
someone tell me why comedically stepping around like this actually feels like im being quieter
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.
currently trying to beat the punk anti-capitalist anarchical queer teenage stereotype rn but it's not going so well
In spite of her money
and her evening fur coat
I did not envy her riches
nor her Brazilian wooded boat.
I did not envy her dress
at the scarlet evening mass
nor did I dazzle- upon her watch
and watch the hands tickle pass.
I did not wish to be greeted
before everyone else, by the host
nor given fine wine by paid actors
addressing me with titles, worthy of a boast!
The glowing eyes of those waiters
who wished the be the money they served
who wished to wear those sharp trimmed suits
instead of handing out hors d'oeuvres.
I see the moths- the men and girls
that flutter, in dim light
with their royal, east egg money
those rich red parties, warm summer nights.
I see blue eyes, I see sinners
we watch them drink away.
We do not envy their scarlet coats
nor their drunken, wasted days.
sorry, i think you made a typo. by the "woke agenda" you meant "human rights"
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
is it too early to say im already tired of christmas music?
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
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.
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 !
psychoanalyzing the gender/identity dichotomy between ice skating and ice hockey and coming to the more objectively correct conclusion that ice hockey is rooted in motherly feminine behavior of protecting the nest and that ice skating is about masculine peacocking of one's own physical prowess in seeking a mate
i find it difficult to comprehend the fact that the human mind is capable of enjoying both korn and chopin nocturnes
when you find yourself lying,
neither dead nor alive
living, denying
or lack of your try
cry not of the velvet fog
that creeps upon your mind
and do not suffer, do not pry
for pain will be all you will find.
when your life burns beneath you
the life you have not yet lived
and you find yourself alone
with the reaper, having no soul to give
cry not from lack of heart
the heart that you kept, yet never your own
for the grave that lies without your soul
will be covered in your heart of stone.