Sometimes Ur Family Is You, Ur Wife, Ur Kids, And Ur Family Bear, And That Old Guy And His Mule That
Sometimes ur family is you, ur wife, ur kids, and ur family bear, and that old guy and his mule that come from the prospector town to bring goods to ur log cabin on his way through the mountains
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Ya know, before I had tumblr I had so many tumblr-worthy thoughts. Now, all I do is read shitty fandom themed headcanons and complain.
Imagine
you have a complete day to yourself.
It would be spent in a giant elegant library on a bench or couch in a secluded area where no one ventures.
Quiet classical music, ambient noice from the calm chaos of the atmosphere. A fire place near by so you can hear the crackling.
Maybe you spend it with one person who will not complain when you ignore their sentient presence and wrap myself around them in a way that you can run my fingers through their hair while you read a stack of books that completely keep my attention from start to finish.
There would be tea. Hot, steamy and perfectly made, chai milk tea, jasmine or green tea with mint. Or rose tea because it smells like hugs. Or maybe coffee or a mug of hot chocolate with a stick of peppermint poking out.
Of course the person with you, whose only purpose is to be quiet and cuddle you, would be the one getting you the mug because you couldn’t be bothered with getting up while you’re reading
The best thing depression ever gave me was a resting bitch face
Oh no, not me just eating a pack of hot chocolate mix again,,,
What is time but a social construct designed to keep me from eating ice cream at all hours of the day
i see your 'there was only one bed' and raise you 'there were two beds but in the middle of the night, you still slip into mine and i don't complain because you're sick with a cold/fever because we were running away from the authorities last night and it was pouring rain, and i wake up the next morning and we're not cuddling or anything, although i wish we were, but we're facing each other and oh my god, you're still asleep and i can see every strand of disheveled hair, every freckle, every eyelash, every single detail of your face, illuminated by the 6 am sunrise from the molding motel window behind you, is this love?'
go fish
It’s 12:40am. My mom is mad at me. I’m eating a bowl of Nutella in the dark by the light of my phone flashlight. Life is good.
Oh, don’t mind me, just practicing my accidental over sharing
in a world of hate & intolerance, be that one bitch that uses ":)" in official emails
When I get older and buy a medieval castle, it needs to come with at least ONE (1) unnecessarily tall tower. Otherwise I will return it.
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