i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
a dramatical "schwiiierig" is literally the worst response you can get from a German
What are your favourite poetry prescriptions? 👀
this is such a fun question, thank you, i love it. i don't think a lot of these will be poems you've not encountered before, but maybe it's useful to have them on hand in case disaster strikes? here are some poems to read when...
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to miss the application window
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california quails they’re unforgettable. small and round, black feather on top.
one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
guy who is definitely not about to fall into a surprise midday nap with an aftermath worse than a hangover: it seems like a really good idea to lay in bed and get cozy under the blanket as part of my plan not to fall asleep. I do not know why.
there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.
shevek in the dispossessed
me: Storytime—I Bought That Mysterious Amulet You Said Was Cursed ‼️‼️
my apprentice: why are you talking like that
me:
my apprentice: is it the curse
me: My Apology Video (I F*cked Up!) 😱 Should Have Listened To My Apprentice 😭
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm
[id: tumblr tags reading 'dude This Fucking Rules', 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?', 'holy shit that is fucking metal', 'oh this fucks severely', 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS', 'yo this RULES']
i love dropping my pen putting my glasses on my desk and rubbing my face like an exhausted divorced academic in the 1980s who is greying and sexily tousled and has been up for hours digging through the yellowed pages of old obscure treatises about etruscan pots
and by the way if you're cooking 🍳 with green onions 🌱. use the whiter parts for flavour and the greener parts as a garnish. you can buy green onions 🌱 at almost any grocery store 🏪.
