Cdtrin - A Honeybee
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Can you feel the buzz?
“this is going to take all of me”
Lost photo album
Found this photo album in a thrift store. These people look like they had a sick as hell Halloween party.
Sad to see it in a thrift store. The photos were really beautiful.
You ever have a moment where you think, ‘yea there’s a poem here I just can’t grab it.’
"it feels like it only happened to me"
More CDs for my collection!
Yes that is an Adam Sandler disc and I stand by my decision to buy it.
A scene from ‘Spirit Animals’ novel series by Brandon Mull.
Full disclosure I’ve only read the first novel in the series, and that was wayyy back in middle school.
The trencle was sweet like berries. Almost like drinking syrup but the undertone of citrus made it bearable.
My family smiled at me. We didn’t all have spirit animals. My mother didn’t. My father didn’t. But both my sisters and my grandmother did. This made my fate very uncertain.
My grandmother had a bobcat. Wise and tranquil. Untamable, untouchable. Based on the stories, this demeanor came with age and in their youth my grandmother and her bobcat were once the tricksters and troublemakers of the town.
My eldest sister had a dog. A female pit-bull with black fur and black eyes. At first sight, very scary, but she was really a sweetheart. She had a beautiful coat and people often remarked that the beauty was what connected them. I personally believe it’s their loyalty. How both of them would do anything for the people they love.
My second sister had a wild boar. A fearsome thing that only listens to her. She was strong. And although she had the more dangerous of the two animals, I found she was much sweeter than my oldest sister.
The back of my throat burned, the seconds thumped by.
They all said if I got one it would be small. Soft. A squirrel, a rabbit, a field mouse.
The sky began to cloud over.
Any moment now I expected any kind of rodent or small mammal to shuffle out of the grass.
It was no rat.
It wasn’t even a cat.
Down from the sky she came.
A large female black vulture.
Even mold in a coffee machine can be romanticized.
I had to clean it out after this too.
Louise Glück, from "The Garden" in Poems 1962-2012
“warm again”
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