March 2012
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My hands are still stained yellow with turmeric from cooking hours ago.
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thesuccessfulbryanferry replied to your post: i just wrote the stupidest line in fiction ever. then i deleted it.
and it was warm…and gooey…like my love….slathered on in a thick heap then left out in the sun…to bake…to harden…
That is some sexy-ass oatmeal. I’mma dip a spoon in it, slow-like… and nibble at the edges. Oh, is that a speck on my chin? I shall stretch my tongue out...
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i just wrote the stupidest line in fiction ever....
“Our conversation was plain, wholesome, nourishing (not unlike a bowl of warm oatmeal).”
I need a hug, tumblr.
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I need to teach my cat how to read me bedtime stories.
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fairytalesandmonsters replied to your post: Would someone please trap me in a prison made of waffles so I can eat my way to freedom?
if you were a waffle, would you eat yourself?
If I were a waffle, ah, I would relish the sensation of butter warming in my cups, and syrup soaking into my being, and then that special moment when I would finally fold into myself, consuming my own body into one...
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Would someone please trap me in a prison made of...
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I cut my hair, and now I look like Joan of Arc.
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“Having wet me with love,
why did you leave?
You abandoned your unwavering...”
– Mirabai, trans. Andrew Schelling (via the-unknown-friend)
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amore8d8:
“Yet even though the sense world mimics the divine like a shadow, and the divine world is totally self sufficient and independent, still it is impossible to postulate complete non-existence for the sensory world, for the very reason that it does reflect the world of the divine. The destruction of the world, then, can mean only that it is transformed, not that it goes out of existence...
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The people on the neighboring property run a towing business, and sometimes at odd hours of the night I can look out my window and see the distant yellow lights of the tow truck flashing through the trees, and it looks just like fairy-lights.
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I hate it when I step out the door too quickly at night and there’s a possum on the porch and I almost run into it and me and the possum scare each other half to death and run in opposite directions.
Anonymous asked: How tall are you?
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Anonymous asked: you should post more pictures of yourself
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