Can we talk about the Olympic sharpshooter that just won with one hand in her pocket and a Witcher medallion on her belt? Because I love her.
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Can we talk about the Olympic sharpshooter that just won with one hand in her pocket and a Witcher medallion on her belt? Because I love her.
ā[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I donāt know. Further north, Iād guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think sheās up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. Heās holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, theyād fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didnāt get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying heās pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. Sheās got a hanker for plums and aināt nothing else gonna do. Itās when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddyās truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. Thatās how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You donāt earn it. Itās given.ā
ā Mary Karr, from Cherry (via lifeinpoetry)
Me faded as hell at McDonaldās listening to the people in front of me in line
apparently now its āpolitically incorrectā to drive really fast while your friend leans out the side of your truck bed and hits mailboxes with an aluminum bat
i think i have acdc
Source:Ā https://thenib.com/give-a-man-a-fish?t=recent
I accidentally found out one of my friends has a huge dick, and in a panic I blurted out ācongratulations on the pipe, man.ā Whatās my next move after this
no youāre good. thhats the end of the transmission
for those who donāt understand how bad the record breaking heat was yesterday in LA āļøš„
anyway hmu if u workin with this
Did u grow up without a positive male influence
didnt everyone
yes i fetishizing men, cm'ere male wife
sex..drugs..and heh, u guessed it... rock and roll
Iāve been appreciating long-haired Arthur and AUGH! š
Cameraperson: (with a southern drawl) Iām a simple man with simple needs.
Mud Puddle: *Spla-thwyup bluurp!*
Cameraperson: Tossing rocks into mud pits? Thatās one of my needs.
True himbo representation