keen

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter

every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud

Ngl I totally forgot fandom discourse was a thing. I don’t care man, I have car payments

we need to get more normal about nonsexual nudity i think

God is real.

idc yesterday was fire

I should’ve hired an Etsy witch wtf is this

when do they explore each others bodies

LMAO Baena was like, I didn't bloody touch you and you fell off. Lemme make it real

Okay what if instead of a half time show they would just shoot Trump on the pitch

America should be banned from ever hosting a world cup ever again.

Everyone groaning at the incoming halftime show, I love fans, I love football