Burt from Ohio, thankyousomuch

friendship is magic but more importantly it’d fucking rock to be a horse with wings

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

holy shit is that kate bush

rummaging for an earl grey teabag like its a cigarette

If this pops up while you’re scrolling, I wish you unconditional love and massive success.

i recently found out what the * * * that sometimes separates parts of a text is called and youre never gonna fucking believe it

Draw him alive and well. Ok now draw him playing sudoku

Draw him alive and well. Ok now draw him playing sudoku

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

theres no hope but ill just make my own shitty little homemade hope i guess

it has stickers & made of glue and possicle sticks

honey is the only food product that never spoils. there are pots of honey that are over five thousand years old and still completely edible

i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went “what the hell here goes nothing”

I’m pretty sure they also identify human remains by taste. Archaeologists are straight up freaks.

mai nam is jane and wen i dig i fynde some roks both smol and big i put my tung upon the stone for science yes i lik the bone

I’m sitting with a bunch of archaeologists and we just laughed so hard we CRIED we’re getting tshirts with this on them

I will never ever get tired of seeing bredlik poems. It is really one of the seminal art forms of the century. I am not being sarcastic. 

If I ever don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead and archaeologists are licking my bones.