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a MoFo’s lonely green head rolled down the street like a volleyball in a sandstorm.
how's it MOVING
she was clearly a Happy Meal without any nuggets.
She was still saddled with her bridle and the ever-twitching, severed legs of a rider that didn’t seem to bother her or impede her sweeping freedom.
how those legs get up there
American flag fluttered gently in the breeze, a survivor. I bowed as we passed underneath it.
wish patriotism would die like the rest of them amirite
Nature is looking for her balance with unbridled brutality.
without the number one predator on earth, there would be savage bloodshed to conquer the spoils.
meh idk if I like this mentality
sharp-toothed world.
the wisdom of the wind.
Neera had always sounded like the May rains, spring’s lullaby.
a laugh to split open a star.
Creativity is not a uniquely human trait. Creativity is everywhere, in the barb of every feather and each audacious sapling. To err is what’s human.”
marked their distinction with their mistakes. A creature can be heartbreakingly powerful and loving while also being a destroyer of worlds.
shit-beaked Spam-gremlins
Sand is a silent lesson on the impermanence of things.
Some masters will be missed. Others will be nothing but scars.
we will push aside car and continent to free you lighten the burden you must learn to shed
holding your beautiful story in our bones
Cats know death as well as a storm before it’s born.
I cannot recommend this to you enough: find something that you believe in, right down deep in the depths of your silvery plumage, and then throw your heart at it, blood and valves and veins and all.
Her name translated as “Survivor,” but she told me she didn’t like it much. I asked her why and she said because she is a female and all females are survivors so it was massively redundant.
Trust, it turned out, was a very beautiful and fragile thing with a taste like wild raspberries and experienced only by the very brave.
The thing about cats is that they’re always where they want to be.
And everyone on earth knows that if you have the respect of a cat, it means your soul is one worth being around.
year. I explained how MoFos measured time in German boobs
