The Gentleman Aunt

at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.

omg guys happy bone swallowing august

i know this is tumblr and we’re all playing perverts but i just think some of you would be excellent company for a late night walk and a four hour conversation about absolutely nothing

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

Can I say something

The word Ottawa looks like a caterpillar

picturing a man alone in his silent, dark apartment bobbing for apples. it’s soaking his hair and the carpet

Person in the grocery store had amazon rainforest sounds blasting on their phone as they shopped and I think that's a beautiful use of free will

"people who don't wear headphones in public are a nuisance" except this one. I respect their indomitable human spirit

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.