how tf did we manage to fuck up the environment so bad for Sahara to be flooded and the Antarctica to turn green???
Someone should write the manual how to attend to your guest 100 percent satisfaction and welcomed that they won't come back for 2 years
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Rewatching dead pool cuz why not
Always flutterin' 'round like a moth to a broken porch light, ain't she? Think she's the only daisy in the field, bless her heart. But a closer look, and you'll see she's just a common dandelion, puffed up to look important before the first good wind scatters her to the four corners.
She's got the gift of gab. Spins a yarn like she's weavin' gold, but it's mostly just fool's gold.
Claims she's got the world figured out, but all I see is a wilting flower reachin' for the sun, pretendin' it ain't got no roots. She'll drain your energy quicker than a leaky faucet, listenin' to her woes and her triumphs, hopin' for a crumb of attention back. But she won't give it. She won't. She's too busy shinin' her own tarnished halo.
So let her flutter, let her preen, let her soak up all the light she can find. Time'll take care of her, like it does us all. And when the bloom's off that rose, she'll be left with nothin' but the thorns.
She's got the gift of gab. Spins a yarn like she's weavin' gold, but it's mostly just fool's gold.
Claims she's got the world figured out, but all I see is a wilting flower reachin' for the sun, pretendin' it ain't got no roots. She'll drain your energy quicker than a leaky faucet, listenin' to her woes and her triumphs, hopin' for a crumb of attention back. But she won't give it. She won't. She's too busy shinin' her own tarnished halo.
So let her flutter, let her preen, let her soak up all the light she can find. Time'll take care of her, like it does us all. And when the bloom's off that rose, she'll be left with nothin' but the thorns.
not enough songs about wanting to sacrifice your entire life and body and soul in service of someone who doesn’t particularly care about you but finds your abject devotion kind of amusing.
*pulls the trigger*
*pulls the trigger*
i think the apples rotten right to the core from all the things passed down from all the apples coming before.
i never saw you in a sexual way, i saw you in poems and the coffee i drink everyday, i saw you in the ocean and in the rain that makes the cold and dry soil germinate, i saw you in the nostalgic movies and pictures and the memories it brings, and i saw you in the love song playing on the radio.
❤1
Forwarded from Unresolved Issues (Bonita)
Sticker game is a thing. I keep adding people's stickers to my keyboard but I cannot add their wit to my brain.
I want us to be wrapped as a handsfree wire so i can hear your heartbeat. I want us to be tied as a chain owing the fact that chains doesn't break easily. It doesn't matter how hard you try to break the coil chain, it will be tight and compressed. I want us to be the plant, and its dear water that it couldn't live without. I crave the wonderwall between our atoms and my soul craves your existence like a mineral for its life. the way that i require you is like a servant who needs something to believe in so they make a god for themself to admire.