Listen man I’m just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself .
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Listen man I’m just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself .
Listen man I’m just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself .
Literally me
benefits of living in a lighthouse
- no fake friends, just real friends (the only ones who’ll come out to your godforsaken lighthouse to hang)
- lots of stairs so u dont need a gym membership
- when u look out the window and sigh mournfully it’s Cinematic Depression not just regular depression
- minimum requirements: 1 large dog, 17 cable-knit sweaters, 1 mysterious but tragic past, 2 pair fingerless wool gloves
- increased likelihood of mermaid encounters
- effortless windswept look, complemented by soft lantern glow
- free salt scrub
(◡‿◡✿)
(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”
✿＼(｡-_-｡) “Kick his ass, baby. I got yo flower.”
i found it
the original post
i found it
this should have the opportunity to be on everyone’s blog.
A Mexican man who spoke no English went into a department store to buy socks.
He found his way to the menswear department where a young lady offered to help him.
“Quiero calcetines,” said the man.
“I don’t speak Spanish, but we have some very nice suits over here,” said the salesgirl.
“No, no quiero trajes. Quiero calcetines,” said the man.
“Well, these shirts are on sale this week,” declared the salesgirl.
“No, no quiero camisas. Quiero calcetines,” repeated the man.
“I still don’t know what you’re trying to say. We have some fine pants on this rack,” offered the salesgirl.
“No, no quiero pantalones. Quiero calcetines,” insisted the man.
“These sweaters are top quality,” the salesgirl probed.
“No, no quiero sueter. Quiero calcetines,” said the man.
“Our undershirts are over here,” fumbled the salesgirl, beginning to lose patience.
“No, no quiero camisetas. Quiero calcetines,” the man repeated.
As they passed the underwear counter, the man spotted a display of socks and happily grabbed a pair. Holding them up he proclaimed, “Eso sí que es!”
“Why didn’t you just spell it in the first place?!” yelled the salesgirl.
okay, this is funny
Concept: a noodle dragon with a mouthful of flower petals because it was chasing stray blossoms on the breeze
Better concept: a HUGE dragon with a mouthful of flower petals because it picked up an entire flowering tree in its teeth
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up, it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.
Osho (via purplebuddhaproject)
If you’re reading this…
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers
uuuuuuuuuugh fuuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuuuuu
Fun fact: apparently the evolution of the moth/butterfly proboscis predates the evolution of the flower. Source: https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2018/01/10/576763256/butterfly-tongues-are-more-ancient-than-flowers-fossil-study-finds
(This post dedicated to @knitmeapony)
…. huh. So what were they proboscising?
BLOOD.
I can’t decide if this is @seananmcguire being ominous, entomologically accurate, or both.
It’s Seanan. When is it NOT both?