just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

we are nearly always a world which almost

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

the very idea that i could be

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem