you finish school and you walk back with your friends and when they are all back in their houses you put on your music and as you walk through town with Ladyfingers playing quietly in your ear the sun shines in such a way that it is not too bright but just right and there are so many people out, but not too many that it is stressful and they all smile a little awkwardly but kindly at you as they cycle past or kneel in their gardens tending flowerbeds that have been dormant since August, and everywhere you turn there are daffodils and pansies and primroses and it is warm but not hot and everything is so beautiful and you are smiling so widely to yourself, and you turn onto the hill where you live and the woods are lit so gently by afternoon sun and you look at the old well and the towering trees around it and you go past the house where the old man is always trimming his box hedge, and he smiles as always but you can tell he's fuming at his neighbour's unkempt, overgrown hedge and you keep walking and as you pass the final field you press a hand into the scraggly moss on one of the trees and send a message to the Earth and you finally turn the key in the door and the dogs come at you in a small, furious whirlwind of unconditional love and joy and you take them to the garden where you see the wildflowers you forgot you scattered are finally blooming around the apple tree and the sun is out and shining and-
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Can't even fathom how lucky we are to live in the same world as bugs
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fuck my life, I'm moving to a cult-commune in 19th century Galician countryside where we are devoted to a woman who is actually the Mother Mary.
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local fox is a little guy
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i want to cup your face in my hands and tell you how gorgeous you are and that you remind me of sunshine and green grass and spring rain and the taste of strawberries and then i want to kiss you so very gently..
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I want to get addicted to some theme, draw things like that, but I don't have any fandom to get addicted tooooooo
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another day of wanting to hold a chicken again
so friendly and cuddle shaped. warm little bubbles. feathered blobs
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got my witchiest outfit on, new incense in the backseat, hozier playing, and the rain patting on my windshield. i’m at my peak it’s all down hill from here lads
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