forgive me, peter my lost fearless leader in closets like cedar preserved from when we were just kids is it somethin' i did? the goddess of timing once found us beguiling she said she was trying peter, was she lying? my ribs get the feeling she did and i didn't wanna come down i thought it was just goodbye for now you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me said you were gonna grow up thеn you were gonna come find mе said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me words from the mouths of babes promises oceans deep but never to keep oh, never to keep are you still a mind reader? a natural scene stealer? i've heard great things, peter but life was always easier on you than it was on me and sometimes it gets me when crossing your jet stream we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies and *i* didn't wanna hang around! we said it was just goodbye for now you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me words from the mouths of babes promises oceans deep but never to keep never to keep. and i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn as the men masqueraded, i hoped you'd return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned -'cause love's never lost when perspective is earned and you said you'd come and get me- but you were twenty-five and the shelf life of those fantasies has expired lost to the "lost boys" chapter of your life forgive me, peter, please know that i tried to hold on (hold on) to the days (to the days) when you were mine but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light. you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me said you were gonna grow up you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me said you were gonna grow up you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me words from the mouths of babes promises oceans deep but never to keep.

a little bit of internal bleeding the loveliest accessory a man could wear

a part of adult life you never really realize as a child is the constant need for bowls in so many different sizes. you're always doing something and going "man i wish i had the right size bowl for this" no matter how many bowl sizes you have

ohh imgonnagetyouback is hitting me today, im going to loop it 1000 times

my toxic trait is that i will see random people talk about their career and immediately go "oh i want that"

follow for some more sick text posts that I reblogged from someone else

i gave him some silvervine and he sat like this for 5 minutes straight until i gave him some more

people should give me money so i can get more tattoos and look hotter and sexier

remy ratatouille would make a great web avatar

I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, 1/28/24

image from wikimedia commons

the jerk store called. and they said. sorry wrong number. i love you

When people get a little too gung-ho about-

wait. cancel post. gung-ho cannot be English. where did that phrase come from? China?

ok, yes. gōnghé, which is…an abbreviation for “industrial cooperative”? Like it was just a term for a worker-run organization? A specific U.S. marine stationed in China interpreted it as a motivational slogan about teamwork, and as a commander he got his whole battalion using it, and other U.S. marines found those guys so exhausting that it migrated into English slang with the meaning “overly enthusiastic”.

That’s…wild. What was I talking about?

I’ve made more bugs. They’re friends

in another life, I would have loved nothing more than to kill people with hammers with you

going off da grid (sleeping too long every day so that i don’t experience life during the day)

why don't you do arts and crafts for 5 hours and then you'll calm down

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth