Plant Mom™

*washing machine beating noises come from behind the door at a steady rhythm*

*door creaks slightly as its opened*

Cowboy Wizard, in a sing songy country tune: "wellllllll you get down to fiddle and you get down to bowl, ya kick off yer shoes and ya throw em on the floor. Ya dancin' in the kitchen till the mornin' lightttt~ till the lousi-"

storm brew

rose party

Well, I know that getting you alone isn’t easy to do With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room And I don’t wanna lie, but I don’t wanna tell you the truth Get the sense that you’re on the move And you’ll probably be leaving soon, so I’m telling you Stop the world ‘cause I wanna Get off with you

The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine