Around a toadstool table, a child’s book of verse - Rowena Bennett - 1930 - via Internet Archive
(via jovoy)
“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?
(via tiddytrashcan)
everyone’s got that one homie who zealously adheres to his inflexible code of honor even though it has long since become a burden to him
(via yassifiedgollum)
Trees communicate with chemical signals in the roots we all know this. Do you think there’s that one tree in the forest that everybody hates? Like, oh that’s [oily, low pH chemical signature] from the grove next door. Fucking opossum walks by and he sends out a large herbivore warning to the whole neighborhood. Like dude, fucking chill. I can’t be wasting my acrid compounds on a fucking opossum my leaves are gonna be delicious went an actual deer shows up. Even his name tastes like an douchebag. Alkaline as fuck. Will somebody chop that guy down already?
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