killing and death and murder and devastation

oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah im so grateful for the small joys

the Beatles would exist in star wars but they'd be actual beetles. they'd look like the real Beatles but w like insect antenna and they'd be part of an alien species who are all musicians. they'd all have star warsed versions of their names except for Ringo bcos Ringo Starr is already a star wars name.

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

imagined for a moment the kind of lifestyle that might lead me to caring about the gaming performance of my phone and snapped back to reality thankful that I'm not that person

getting northern licked by a northern flicker