I could eat fried eggs everyday! Absolutely scrumptious :P
Welp
Oh no!! You've been poisoned by Pillow!!
The Broadcast Objective and Planet Hoppers are really good!
What's your favorite object show but you can't answer bfdi ii or hfjone I'll start mine is the daily object show
The gentle honesty
In her vibrant eyes
They are always in bloom
At least to me
I look into her eyes
Admiring the beauty
Of her lavender eyes
The gentle honesty
In her vibrant eyes
They always lull me to sleep
From easing all my worries
I’ll always look into her eyes
Forever an admirer
Of her lavender eyes
hey where’s that post about how it’s important to be aware before recommending/calling suicide hotlines that They Will Call The Cops On You. i have it saved somewhere but i can’t find it & i want to reblog it today For No Particular Reason
Today is my birthday
Falling on a Monday
Waking up to the joyous sun
And the morning glee of everyone
I start my day like I always do
With coffee and breakfast so I am flying through
Hovering like a balloon through the great blue
Reflecting on how much I grew
I’m thankful for all of my family and friends
For whose love forever extends
For all the loving encouragement they send
And for being with me till the very end
As the day begins to March ahead
Many happy birthday messages I have read
So many happy words that were said
If they were food I would be very well fed
The time to celebrate is here
So I promise to have no fear
Despite all the forthcoming years
I’ll March on like one of the musketeers
Today is my birthday
Though it may fall on a work day
I’ll blow out all the candles on my cake
Hoping my wish won’t just be a happy keepsake
So raise a glass for my birthday
For its a bright and joyous day
Despite growing older I won’t dismay
For I wouldn’t have it any other way
What’s another knife to my very heart
Words unraveling my very being apart
Stabbing words meant with love and care
Heavy hearted words constricting my air
This doesn’t feel very evenly fair
Our hearts we were supposed to share
Instead leaving me with a bitter tart
Wishing we could both just restart
What’s another knife to my very heart
Don’t even get a proper first date to start
Almost wishing I could have a cold frigid care
Instead my heart holds the dagger of despair
Will the flesh of my heart ever heal and repair
Even with every new tiny terrifying tear
Wishing she would still hold my whole art
At least she still wants to hold a part
Racing into the night
Running away from the light
Hiding from the loud daylight
As I wait for the approaching twilight
I look for the silver moon
As I listen for the tune
Of the ending afternoon
Racing into the night
The stars begin to ignite
As the silver moon reaches its height
I stretch my wings to finally take flight
I’ll trace all the constellations as I fly
Until I hear the morning sigh
Of the sun about to approach the sky
Do you have a guilty conscience yet
Only after being caught in a narrow net
We both know you hold no true regret
Lying like a serpent pretending upset
Failing to slither away to discard the blame
Always slithering to avoid the shame
Preying on the smallest within your aim
Never seeing people recognizing your game
Do you hold a guilty conscience yet
Acting like everyone will just up and forget
Choosing to stick to a dumb game of roulette
As you treat everyone like a little mousy pet
Forgetting that we hold the power of your name
You can no longer use your ill-gotten fame
As we throw you in your self righteously made flame
Placing your picture in its right funeral frame