kindliness

femminiello:

if we’re mutuals, you are allowed to slip 1 (One) small lizard into my pocket if you see me at the farmer’s market

(via frecklebub)

jaclcfrost:

“that’s the spirit” i say as i gesture to the spirit that’s been haunting my home for years. when will they leave or start contributing to the household by doing something like helping with laundry. when will they pay rent

(via dccdle)

robotlyra:

Baby boomer goals: home ownership, 2.5 kids, dream vacations to florida/hawaii

Millenial goals: having any money left after bills, an apartment without roommates, dying quickly and painlessly in the initial nuclear exchange to avoid witnessing the collapse of humanity

(via dccdle)

just-shower-thoughts:

I listen to music so often that sometimes I measure how long it takes me to do something based on the amount of songs I listened to doing it.

(via just-shower-thoughts)

unpretty:

has anyone suggested that rich people keep writing shitty articles about millennials because the only millennials they know are their rich shitty children

(via tanithcooper)

howardblackburn:

wat phu

50 km down the mekong
feet up in the bow snapping
clouds of mist
stuck on the morning
above the bridge
boy in checked shirt barefoot
balanced
on a tippy rail pulling nets in the push
of the green running river

                                                            interesting things

at champassak
I paid the boatman off
walked up the bank down dusty road
to find a dirt floor
fan room 18,000 kip a night
later went back to the landing
to sit with chickens
in the hot shade
drinking cold

                                                            beer lao

buying beer
for the tuk-tuk driver
to take me across next morning
to the road to the border
buying beer for the dutch couple
met on the boat from ban huay xai
buying beer
for the nervous husband
who arrived on his

                                                            angry motorbike

ran into a belgian accountant
on his third time around
and we had dinner drinks
got back
to the room
to a small circle under the light pole
and throat-searing
lao-lao
in a clear

                                                            glass bottle

filled with herbs
being passed around
four of us
under a single bulb
on the bank of the black running river
ventured
in loose conversation
english high school french and lao
midst many plagues of

                                                            flying insects

and when the bottle was empty
sent the boy out
on his moto
for another plastic bag
spent the night on my back
listening to the ants
climb up the walls
and every time I flipped
the switch to see what

                                                            the fuck

stunned beetles buzzed
and smacked
into the cinder blocks and
somewhere in there
before all that
had rented a bicycle
pedaled myself
out to wat phu
climbed the

                                                           ancient stairs

beneath a living archway of plumeria
stood in the cool
green shade
under a broad tree
looking out
over the hatched
green
plain
to the silver

                                                           running river

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(via howardblackburn-deactivated2018)