I love reading stories and different things that are centuries old, written by someone from an entirely different part of the world, who lived a life completely different from mine, doing, feeling, and saying the same sorta stuff I would
It's comforting to know that people have and will always just be people
To be perfectly honest, I have never felt more connected to some ineffible greater whole than when I'm tracing the history of this stuff. It is comforting and a bit profound to know that 2000 years ago there was some dickhead sitting in a temple library doing the exact same shit I am right now. It's nice that both of us are idiots who are wrong about everything, but we are doing our best to fix that. It feels close to an act of worship, but not to anything in particular.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" I'm gay and tired as hell idk man you decide for me. Flip a fucking coin. Kiss me and find out ://
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‘A good tragedy is always both preventable and inevitable’ is one of my main hills to die on. It’s literally so important to me. I’m fucking correct
but what happens when we collectively reach the boop limit. What do they do to us
the sweet and humble sudoku: here’s some numbers to get you started :) please enjoy my puzzle <3
the nefarious minesweeper: why don’t you just Guess. fucking Guess.
sometimes you meet a man who you swear hung the sun. you meet a man who makes you want to turn back time to undo every mistake you've ever made, to be as perfect to him as he is to you. you meet a man who scares you down to your core. you meet a man who is unable to imagine a life without you, who you speak to one time and the initial connection is so powerful that he draws you right out of your shell, and reveals bliss in the discomfort. you meet a man who you like, who entertains you, who listens to you, and who you want to entertain back, for hours, and whose stories you could hear until you're able to build a clear image of his entire life in your restless head. you meet a man who you make smile, who you cut off in the middle of a joke to kiss for moments, minutes, hours, and whose eyes hold every other star in the galaxy that they have yet to hang. you sometimes meet men like this, and the suns they catch and hang come from you. they draw the heat you hold inside your smoldering heart from your chest, and suspend it over you and the world, warming everybody with the warmth you've given to him.
Its a song, a cover of the version in stranger things. In my opinion its a very fluffy and pretty song so id say its a good thing
Btw your blog gives the same vibes as Never Ending Story by Christian Reindl
I think I heard of that, but never read it. Is it a good thing?
I do not possess chickens :( sometimes I write silly stories, other times I don't! let's just see where this goes lol
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