Punctuate-me

My Poetry: http://thingsyouswallow.tumblr.com/

[punctuate-me-blog]

an unfamiliar cat: (approaches me)

me, internally: this cat senses my inner worth

[picturesinboxescomic-deactivate]

[world-shards]

[andhumanslovedstories]

Do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affection 

[cumleak-deactivated20210627]

me: *lowkey wishes people take more photos of me in a poetic way*

also me: *smacks anyone pointing a camera in my direction*

[billycraplan]

I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes

[givemeinternet]

[disgustinganimals]

this is not what i ordered

[bound-forth]

but it is what i want

[zodiac--signs]

[nipplebutt-deactivated20181004]

[maggielovesotters]

[technicolor-vision]

don’t YOU F**KING TOUCH IT

[fungusfather]

i wanna smell like vanilla and lavender and always wear lace and feel like a princess

[lightheartedsuggestion]

It wasn’t meant to be. You’re not missing out. Your life has different plans for you.

[sweet-t12]

Breakfast dates should be more of a thing

[plants4]

Me: loves to lick the spoon after stirring brownie batter, doesn’t care about Sal Monella, whoever that is

[unclefather]

i just heard my mom say “there’s no reason to act like a dick” and there’s no one else downstairs so i know she’s talking to one of our cats

[lizclimo]

[lunafreyjas-deactivated20170313]

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone  (via irishkitchenwitch)