pyxu:

icehoney:

reallyreallyreallytrying:

dead leafs? that’s called yard salad now. and it’s the new food trend.

leaves*

where are you going

just-shower-thoughts:

The way children pick up animals stresses me out

younger-than-the-soul:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

I just traded my neighbour a jar of raw honey for his parakeet’s corpse.

It is also worth noting that the only reason I have so much raw honey is because I made a dress for a beekeeper’s daughter.

And that I need the parakeet bones to make a necklace for the woman who fixed my antique cello.

And that I got the cello as payment for juggling at a child’s birthday party.

When did my life get this weird?

your life is a fucking sidequest