Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.

*anything with a suspicious red splotch or streak on a white background *

tumblr:

I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A guy asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight

Absolutely head-over-boots in love, he’s the kinda guy you wanna get lost with. Like I don’t get half the crap he talks about but I’m always like fuck yeah baby, you go off about that there damn truck. And darn tootn’ baby, you’re the absolute man. Makes me tip my damn hat at people now cause it makes him smile. And I’ll be damnned cause he’s the man of my damn dreams

all quiet in a western font

I miss the days when you could tell someone you’d give them offerings and worship them like a god. That you would lay at their feet and sing them sweet praises as they twist your hair in their fingers and watch you with stars in their eyes. You’d tell them that death is but a small concept when you’re lying in their arms with their name on your lips like the cry of a raven.

see my personal hubris is that every time I make a cake I say “yeah I definitely can do this without a stand mixer!”

You’re like chocolate and cider, sweet and spicy, like candlelight and darkness. I want to be blanketed in you for the rest of my life. I want to be buried next to you so that the Gods will know that we are one. Maybe after we’re long gone people will find us and tell our story, maybe the world will know how much I love you even after I am dead.

I want to shout from the rooftops so that the moon might know even a fraction of how much I love you. She has watched over me for years and so I’ll ask her to protect you so that I can hold you in my arms and taste your sweet kisses.

 I want to have picnics next to a lake where we can go swimming, when we get tired we can lay on a blanket until it’s dark and then we can stargaze until we fall asleep in each other’s arms <3

I want to sink in your love as if it were a warm bath. I wish to bath in your love as you slowly trace my freckles and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

I want to drown in your arms like a sailor lost forever. Let me hold you in my arms and kiss your lips as you tell me about your hope and dreams. Let me sink into your words like ants in honey, like bees in flowers.