are you a space or ocean person? roses or daisies person? french toast or pancakes person?
i think it’s really cute how on some level we all kind of believe in magic. you can practically wish upon anything whether it’s a shooting star, a fallen eyelash, or even a dandelion. somehow kissing your true love is bound to save the day. cool rocks and flowers can be used for different kinds of magic. even just the concept of people who can conduct magic is adorable. the belief in magic is literally apart of everyday life whether you choose to see it or not and if that’s not the cutest shit idek what is
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we suck the cum out of peoples dicks like a gogurt. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
we suck the what out of what like what now
“Go outside where the world awaits you like a garden. Go outside to the roses,”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works: “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,”
“Roses rooted in your heart,”
— George Seferis, tr. by Rex Warner, from Selected Poems; “Epitaph,”
did april even………………………happen
April felt like it lasted forever……but now that it’s not April I have completely no memory of any April ever and I can’t seem to recall the last 30 days of my life.
April fooled us all
For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.
god I am so tired of people throwing roses at my feet as I walk by
