C//:BEAUTY.IS.TERROR

i am in physical agony

What the hell even is that

do you love the colour of the sky

This is kind of horrifying

holy shit

Oh wow.

when you can hear a singers accent in a song (◕‿◕✿)

BUT AYE WOOD WALK FAYVE HUNDRED MAYLES AND AYE WOOD WALK FAYVE HUNDRED MORE JUST TA BEE THA MAN HOO WALKED A THOOSAND MAYLES TA FALL DAWN AT YER DOOR

I don’t know whether I love you or hate you

I like to call my chickens “beasties” or “fat little monster trucks” and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as “the girls,” “the ladies” and sometimes “the dames” when he’s putting them away, like he’s a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for tea 

this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes