BUMMERLAND BY AJR IS AMAZINGGGG

she walked into the garden she'd raised for decades. the garden which stood with her through a lifetime.

she noticed the bright cornflowers her granddaughter awed over. the cornflowers that were planted a year ago but showed up only now.

she noticed the marigolds her granddaughter had planted for her around the small apple tree when she'd forgotten to.

and she noticed all the green of her blooming garden in the bright summer day.

she saw the uncut grass and remembered her granddaughter giggling at seeing the wild dandelions peek out, having no one to cut it anymore.

she looked at the wood fence, seperating her land from the street, no longer having to endure milions of coats of paint.

she remembered the wooden shutters on her windows and how no one will be abusing them.

the white walls of her house would be peace and no more arguments again.

the old woman sat down on the grass, under the shade of the big trees, and she watched her garden, a new brightness making it feel fresh and new.

prompt 1290

Describe a landscape as seen by an old woman whose disgusting and detestable old husband has just died. Do not mention the husband or death.

                         –John Gardner, The Art of Fiction

you ever had the strange and unexplainable impulse urge to paint your lips with nail polish?

I FOUND IT

Wait it's a fic now?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?????

Yes and I am pulling a bamboozle by not linking it hehehheehhehehe

Hello, many will already know about the explosion in Beirut, many will also have heard about NOT donating to our Lebanese government because they are… yes, that. The truth is that I write this avoiding crying and try to use all the value I still have to write here and be able to get a little help. As in several countries around the world, Lebanon is in an economic crisis, famine and living with a pandemic due to covid-19, and our government has done nothing to help us. The explosion was the worst thing that could have happened to us, this really truncates all my university plans, it killed my family and friends, I feel like I cannot cope with this, but I am still on earth by and for those who are still alive…

After the explosion… my family and neighboring families got together, trying to understand what had happened and how in a second we had lost everything… Now I am writing to you on behalf of these five families, I don’t know if this weird and small post will work or if we’ll get any help, but it is the only thing I can do right now: this is my paypal account that I created a couple of days ago, tbh I have no idea how to use this, so a Tumblr friend helped me create it (thx Ali!), if any of you can donate $1 or whatever comes from your heart, it would help us i n f i n i t e l y, basically we would use this to get water, medicine, food and some clothes, which urges us.

Thank you for those who read all of this and intend to help, whether they can or not. I thank you deeply, keep praying for us, thank you!

You can donate to the red cross here too! Thank you so much!! 🙏

#PrayForLebanon

this whole concept is fucking amazing and i absolutely love it

my ideal dream smp modern au is one where Tommy is the protagonist and the narrative acts like he’s the most important one but everyone else is CLEARLY more interesting and are constantly getting up to other stuff, but Tommy’s super oblivious

like it’s just tommy walking around doing the most boring stuff (going to school, doing his homework) and talking about everyone like theyre incredibly normal while they have poorly disguised secrets. Wilbur is a mermaid. technoblade is a magical girl. tubbo works as a mad scientist for the CIA. dream is fighting supernatural creatures at night. gnf is a Hannah Montana esque popstar. ranboo isn’t sure what he’s doing, but he’s definitely doing something.

and then they come hang out with Tommy and he’s like ‘Wilbur the most interesting thing about you is the fact that you can sing’ and then wilbur, who’s been a literal fish all day is like ‘yup that sounds right’

none of them can figure out if actually he knows or not. there’s a betting pool going on whether not he’s pretending in order to give them some semblance of normalcy. he isn’t, he just hasn’t noticed that somethings up

Cop deserves a life sentence. Who knows how many lives he’s ruined with something like this.

i honestly want to at least hug this person

i love image descriptions, i had never considered them before but once i came across one i thought it was amazing.

to everyone who id's posts here on tumblr, or elsewhere, you're amazing, i love you!!!

i got some oreos, hopefully no spiders in 'em 😎

one day, i'm just gonna go fuck it and try to woo the moon