sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.
I am well aware that pettiness has no age limit in many cases but I just feel like at a certain age we is way too grown for people to be itching so badly for a ‘gotcha’ moment. Seriously
i don’t know how to explain to you people that no matter what a country’s government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that country’s civilians and i don’t know why that’s a controversial take tbh
“oh iran is a dictatorship!” “oh palestine is homophobic!” i don’t care like literally i don’t care that’s not a problem to be solved by other countries blowing innocent people up
the years have made me weird and strange to talk to. but still i must post
“just write a little every day” ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god
Hey you wanna come over and dip bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar and such?
tumblr is Iike the smoking area for social media
tending to my garden (reblogging posts)
Kansas Farmer, Topeka, Kansas, March 4, 1897
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