i once met a traveler, a wanderer.
kindred souls - we called ourselves,
connected in a way so intricate,
so purposefully simillar,
like two pieces of a whole.
yet we were not halves of one,
we were a matching pair.
Me: I love space so much
My grandpa: Do you love it like a scientist or like a poet?
Me: What’s the difference?
Pa: The scientist loves the mystery they can spend a lifetime solving, the poet loves the mystery they can spend a lifetime loving
“chuffed doesnt mean what you think it means”
it means exactly what i think it means its just some stupid word that literally has two definitions that mean the opposite thing
...I'm gonna buy a rubber duck
i think i might be sleep deprived, but i haven't slept enough to be able to tell
oh my god, the smell of hair bleach
there is possibly a gigantic being on my ceiling, as it is night time and i am essentially blind without my glasses, i cannot tell, but it is very likely my gigantic scary spider friend that pops out randomly and terrifies me to no end
if i die, i want my bones to be used as flower food
Shane, being tall: being short is ok
Ricky!Ryan, dagger eyes: if the sky falls, tall people will be killed first
these kids