You Cant Tell Me That You Have Ever Enjoyed A Full Bowl Of Oatmeal. Its Nice At First And Ur Like Oh

you can’t tell me that you have ever enjoyed a full bowl of oatmeal. it’s nice at first and ur like “oh i’m a little foresty person who lives in the woods and it’s always sunny and i bake pies and drink tea”

and then by the time you have a few spoonfuls left ur like “i am a poverty stricken orphan in the 18th century at an orphanage and this tastes like glue but i need it to survive even though i would rather die than eat this without sugar”

it’s that time of year where it’s just warm enough that you can go outside and see people wearing tank tops and shorts but also people wearing full sweatsuits

reblog to cast level 5 spell: everyone who reads this gets a full night sleep

look man i’m not gay but i’m gay for keira knightley as elizabeth swann ok

oh, to be standing in the middle of a dark forest clearing at 2 in the morning, the trees whispering around you, the innate sense that something is watching making your skin prickle, the light of the waning moon filtering through the tall tall trees, a solitary owl hooting an accompaniment to your voice, belting take me to church like you have nothing to lose.

hey question is it a neurospicy thing to be watching a show or reading a book or talking to people and also be thinking about, like, taxes, and also your best friend, but also like how popsicles are made? like i’m paying attention to both of the things that i’m doing i’m just thinking like 9 different coherent things all at once.