You think the green m&m is in your league? Not a chance buddy. You'd be lucky to fuck the neurotic orange one at the rate you're posting.

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You think the green m&m is in your league? Not a chance buddy. You'd be lucky to fuck the neurotic orange one at the rate you're posting.
44 BC will be my year
i am a luxury few can tolerate
me: *flips dogs ear inside out* me: can u..,. hear better like this
stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day
Forms a closer psychic + spiritual bond with the car
i honestly love the usage of parentheses in this post. it’s like a series of footnotes or translator’s notes placed into an inline position, or like a bunch of supplementary branches emerging from the tree that is the ‘main’ sentence. it’s poetry without line breaks. it’s a sentence with sidequests
maybe instead of making another post about hugo or tolstoy or whoever who went off on “unrelated tangents” in their books instead of focusing only on charaters and plot development… why dont we take a step back? maybe dont believe the book editors on twitter who are trying to persuade you that books need to start a certain way (in medias res -_-), that you must cut out 90% of your adverbs, that you need to cut out every scene that doesnt ‘fit’ your narrative perfectly etc since all these people are only saying this because theyre paid to discover new hunger games or w/e.
novels are genuinely so much more than snappy YA books you can read in a single afternoon… why are you so afraid to just. indulge. engage. why do you mind reading the war scenes in a book called. war and peace. why do you mind victor hugo taking you on a trip through paris history. why do you expect every book to hold your hand and walk you through a Sharp and Well-Defined Plot with no side quests? live a little, babe!!
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the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath // little father, li-young lee // dostoevsky and parricide, sigmund freud // forest, crystal vega-huerta // the pulling, sharon olds // salt water, peter campion // learning late letters, quyên nguyễn-hoàng // the woods, daughter // the cubist painters, guillaume apollinaire // deathwatch, michael ryan.
antony, I am forever inconsistent with his hairstyle
brutus, I have drawn him smiling maybe five times
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I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
Placing these one after another makes it look like he left got a lighthouse job and came back six months later to update the drive through employee
peak interior design to me is maximalism with dark green or black walls
bitches watch howls moving castle once and make this their whole lifestyle
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A god must feed.
A god must be fed.
This is a fact agreed upon across every territory of the Peninsula. And so, really, the only point of difference between the people born to the water and the people born to the land…
…is the precise nature of the sacrifice we need to make.
jerking hard or hardly jerking lol
this tweet really spoke to me