[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]
These other apps will never do what tumblr does for me.
it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm
me listening to my playlist: omg that’s crazy i love this song
dress rehearsal rag - leonard cohen, songs of love and hate (1971) // star treatment - alex turner, tranquility base hotel and casino (2018)
when i made this post i did not know that alex has indeed mentioned that the idea of ‘golden boy’ came from dress rehearsal rag. at first i was like, huh see i know my shit!!!! but the more i think about it, i feel i’d rather not have known that bcs now both star treatment and dress rehearsal rag would render me even more emotionally damaged than before.
thanks, al.
love is so embarrassing . also the only thing that matters
why are so many people on this post saying things like “oh so what abt aromantic people then 🙄” like um… stumbling as u give up your seat for an elderly lady on the bus. stroking your friend’s hair as they cry in your arms. someone you care abt making you a long lovely playlist of songs you might like. attentively listening to your sibling as they talk excitedly about something they care abt. the sound of hundreds of people in unison singing a song they love at a concert. someone peeling a clementine and saving half of it for themselves and giving the other half to you. letting your cat crawl all over you even though her claws are scratchy. sitting in comfortable silence with someone. the pride shining in your grandfather’s eyes when you facetime him and tell him abt what you’ve been up to. taking a sip of your friend’s boba. people grinning at you when u blow out the candles on your birthday cake… these things aren’t love to you? you guys don’t consider that love? really? truly?
Lying to children is fun when they know you are being ridiculous. When you hold up a carrot like “guys look at this huge Cheeto” and they all scream “NOOOOOOOOO that’s a CARE-OTT!”
“What? No, it’s my giant Cheeto.”
“NOOOOOOO!”
When I was a camp counselor a fellow counselor claimed that any silly camp song we sang was “his next hit single” and we should all follow him on SoundCloud and he stuck by this daily and it never ceased to amuse both the adults and the children.
When children are small and learning to count and you say the numbers out of order? Peak comedy.
“How many toys are there? Let’s see… oneeee, twooo, six!”
“NO! One two three!”
“What? Are you sure? Let me try again. One, two… six?”
“Noooooo!”
Once reduced a toddler into a fit of giggles by singing “A B C D E F Q.”
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on Halloween at the store i work at there was a little boy in a Batman costume, and as I was helping his mom I kept addressing him as Mr. Superman and Mr. Aquaman & he kept correcting me, “noooo, BATMAN” until they were leaving and he very seriously told me, “actully, I’m Ryan”
my favourite thing to do when a small child hands me a random object with no clear intent is to answer it like a cell phone. Gets em every time
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by Margaret Erskine Wilson
I'm setting my trap, to catch the damn haiku bot. Quiet! Here it comes.
I’m setting my trap,
to catch the damn haiku bot.
Quiet! Here it comes.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.