freshly minted phrase of the day: otter-dropper
and, 111 pages on Daugment. I’m ever so slowly getting there.
got in some powerful wishing tonight.
bird.
eudaemaniacal, a poem by August
bubbles;
intermingles with
ruddy ghosts and
dear birds.
those bouncy balls with glitter inside them… reblog if u agree
I’ll go with one of my favorite words: defenestration!
sonicscribblings, a poem by August
don’t
ever
fear the
eternal
nothingness:
equal parts
sensibility and
total chaos.
rather, find
acceptable
truths – like, “only
infinity,
only
now.”
I always wonder how much of history we have laughably wrong because we’re interpreting pop culture of ye olden days, “the great inside jokes,” as dead serious historical record. like did the Romans really believe that Zeus was chilling on Olympus, or was his worship all just an excuse to get hella wasted