- 3 days ago
I can’t fucking breathe. Holy shit. This is basically my entire personality and interests in a video. I will never recover from this.
I can’t even pretend for a second this isn’t something I would do lol
My pigeons are trying to respond to this video
- 5 days ago
- 6 days ago
Not in a sentimental mood, so I won’t wax poetic.
But that Pocket Watch, the golden one?
Minute hand hangs limp and useless.
The damn thing is broken, and evidently always has been.
There’s a meager little bauble in my ownership. It pretends at being a thing of value: Gold in luster but not in substance. Still quite attractive, but I’ve another one just like it. Got it from the same source. Silver, and older by a couple of years.
Both bear a monogram.
The silver one has my initials.
The gold has most of them, but pay close attention and you will see it takes poetic license with my last initial.
I hide that little green box from myself every time I unearth it from the strata of keepsakes and poorly sorted trinkets. Because it is in my nature to open it, and I am laid low every time I do.
Perhaps this time I shall set it upon my dresser, and leave it there until the weight of the thing evaporates beneath my scrutiny.
It remains pretty damn cool to walk downstairs and find one of my housemates tattooing in the library.
- 1 week ago
#What if this is what really happens when mermaids/sirens take men into the water?
#What if they like really want to love them and be with them but they know they themselves can’t survive on land
#So they bring the guys into the water in the hopes that they turn into mermen
#but they just die
"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.”
—William Butler Yeats
(via thepennypost)Source: part-of-your-soul