I have my books and my poetry to protect me

Welcome to my tumblr blog! Enter freely and of your own will!

everyone acts like your only choice is total excess or complete abstinence. what about moderation… what happened to my good old girl Moderation?

something I really enjoy is that I've now seen like 4 or 5 variations of roughly this same video, all slightly different in their angles and timing while obviously being the exact same bunny and room, implying that this is a consistent and frequent behavior for this bunny instead of just a funny thing it did once that got caught on camera. I wish I could have as much raw unfiltered enthusiasm for anything as this little rabbit has for its dinnertime

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

thy mother

Art thou for fucking real

My fake son learned the alphabet today. I’m so proud of him, in theory.

oh no dying for me thank you, I just wanted to be on this hill with you

How about Other people start worrying about how I perceive them

Time to FROLIC!

The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.

wtf this is MY timeloop u can't be in here

Yeah, yeah. You said that last loop.

and I'll say it again get the FUCK OUTTA MY LOOP!!!