La poésie est dans la rue

I want to share the things I like with someone who understands.

Tumblr isn't social media, it's a habit. Like smoking. We're all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

I know I sound like your mom but you kids need to stop fucking vaping

dude came into my work and was whistling along to the christmas music we’re playing so i asked him if he was excited for christmas and he said ‘i’m just excited about everything! :)’ what a pleasant answer

That man was drunk.

it was nearly 8 years ago now but i don’t think he was drunk from my recollection. however, we can imagine a scenario together where he was drunk if you’d like. maybe it could take place somewhere fun as well, like on top of a mountain, and maybe i was wearing a funny hat

Strolling aimlessly in a bookshop is self care