in your way,
shall stand a girl,
young and frail,
oh, how terrifying she is.
will you take the steps?
will you walk forward to embrace?
you will not.
for she isn't yours to love.
oh, frail girl,
will you ever find someone?
oh, young girl,
will you go back?
it's time, strong girl,
to make up your own love.
I love this. this is me.
Farm boi!ryan: do you believe in aliens?
Agent!Shane: I think it's more important for aliens to believe in themselves
i watched bna just yesterday, but i'm gonna rewatch it tomorrow, it's gorgeous
i also immensely love michiru and shirou
too much
i never rewatch things
the art was just too damn good
this reminds me of my constant paranoia of breaking stuff that started with a fear of breaking the flush button on a toilet
Do you ever accidentally break something and regret it but also secretly think you're stronger than you ever knew possible???
a ufo could be any unidentified flying object, let's stop calling alien disc ships ufo's as if they're the only ufo's.
it's 5 pm but i'm sleepy, what is this sorcery?
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.
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
have you seen "mary and the witch flower"? i loved it
times over pukicho. now its time you ask us ratfuck
Oh okay hey what’s your favorite movie
Was just informed by my mom that I do in fact have ADHD and the reason I thought I didn’t was because ever since I was seven whenever I got super energetic my mom would have me go chop wood so now when I’m feeling The ADHD I go chop wood and I thought it was just some sort of routine I started when I was little and wanted to blow off steam