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I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Go big or go home
DECEMBER 18TH, 2018 (k.p.k)
Turn on the sound and watch this raven mimic a human voice. This is Mischief the white-necked raven. These ravens are found throughout eastern and southern Africa, and are common near human habitation. Like all members of the Corvidae family, ravens are extremely intelligent. They use tools to get food if necessary, and can even mimic human speech! (Source)
Okay but thatâs not some Gilbert Gottfried âRAAAK POLLY WANNA CRACKERâ this raven actually sounds like a person what the fuck
Imagine walking into a forest with a bunch of ravens and they start saying some scary messed up stuff âyouâre gonna dieâ and âno one can hear youâ. Then it turns out there was a gruesome murder and the Ravens heard it all.
nevermore.
she got a soft belly and soft titties and soft thighs and a soft ass and a soft heart
Based off of this post by @8-bitstories
âMy god, will I ever not be / surprised by what I can survive?â
â Ruth Awad, from âLet me be a lamb in a world that wants my lionâ published in Southern Indiana Review (via lifeinpoetry)
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Ohhhh my god.
Give me the names for things, just give me their real names, Not what we call them, but what They call themselves when no oneâs listeningâ
Charles Wright, from âThe Writing Lifeâ in Appalachia (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1998); Worth a reblog for new followers
The Ultracheese // Arctic Monkeys
my body, tearfully: when sleep???
me: my dude we just woke up!! Itâs time for wakefulness and doing things and Productivity
my body, weeping: but???? when sleep?????
Excerpt from âThank Youâ by Trista Mateer, in Honeybee
Ring, 1700s, with the inscription, âMany are the stars i see but in my eye no star like thee.â