Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)
MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck. Not bad luck. I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!
“See him face”
I sure fucking do see him face
Him face
Reblog him face for good luck in 2021
Reblog him face for good luck in 2021 (2)
Lyrics:
If all our life is but a dream Fantastic posing greed Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea For diamonds do appear to be Just like broken glass to me And then she said she can’t believe Genius only comes along In storms of fabled foreign tongues Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs Northern downpour sends its love Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don’t you go down Sugarcane in the easy mornin’ Weathervanes my one and lonely The ink is running toward the page It’s chasin’ off the days Look back at both feet And that winding knee I missed your skin when you were east You clicked your heels and wished for me Through playful lips made of yarn That fragile Capricorn Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves I know the world’s a broken bone But melt your headaches, call it home Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don’t you go down Sugarcane in the easy mornin’ Weathervanes my one and lonely [x3] Sugarcane (hey moon) in (Hey moon) the easy mornin’ Weathervanes (hey moon) my (Hey moon) one and lonely Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon) The easy (hey moon) mornin’ Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon) One (hey moon) and lonely [Continues in background:] Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon) The easy (hey moon) mornin’ Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon) One (hey moon) and lonely Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don’t you go down You are at the top of my lungs Drawn to the ones who never yawn [x2]
Sometimes you gotta make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight, like some kind of wilted houseplant
March has some fucking nerve showing it’s face around here again
Everyone in the tags:
was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection
.pdf (poison dart frog)
i found an unposted shitcomic yesterday
Kenneth Rexroth, from Sacramental Acts: The Love Poems; “She Is Away,”
The Wonder Years // The Upsides
🎡 (at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk)
