Hook, Line, and Sinker

I seem to have this immense

need to have a job. So that when we have days off, we can have picnics, and go on dates, we’ll have fat pockets, filled with cigarettes and small gifts. Gifts that aren’t for any occasion other than today. Just little gestures of love. Coming from hard earned money. After the tasks of the day, we’ll go home, to our own house. It doesn’t have to be huge, it never needed to be huge. Only ours, that’s all. It’ll be ours, and I can’t wait to be able to help.

4th April, Wednesday (9:59am) Reblog +

That awkward moment when you’re watching tv and there’s a reference to something you have never heard of, and laugh anyway. 3rd April, Tuesday (7:15pm) Reblog +

rippleinstillwater-:

hes my favorite

yea bears

The gap has gone all high-fashion. Noooot my favorite thing on me though, hopefully tomorrow we will be saying goodbye to mister space.

Cockroach

iskinroadkill:

Every time i kill a cockroach i lean towards it and whisper I’m sorry..

3rd April, Tuesday (9:57am) Reblog +

alexlundrigan:

In January it’s so niceWhile slipping on the sliding iceTo sip hot chicken soup with riceSipping once, sipping twiceSipping chicken soup with rice
In February it will beMy snowman’s anniversaryWith cake for him and soup for me!Happy once, happy twiceHappy chicken soup with rice
In March the wind blows down the doorAnd spills my soup upon the floorIt laps it up and roars for moreBlowing once, blowing twiceBlowing chicken soup with rice
In April I will go awayTo far off Spain or old BombayAnd dream about hot soup all dayOh, my, oh, once, oh, my, oh, twiceOh, my, oh, chicken soup with rice
In May I truly think it bestTo be a robin lightly dressedConcocting soup inside my nestMix it once, mix it twiceMix that chicken soup with rice
In June I saw a charming groupOf roses all begin to droopI pepped them up with chicken soup!Sprinkle once, sprinkle twiceSprinkle chicken soup with rice
In July I’ll take a peepInto the cool and fishy deepWhere chicken soup is selling cheapSelling once, selling twiceSelling chicken soup with rice
In August it will be so hotI will become a cooking potCooking soup of course-why not?Cooking once, cooking twiceCooking chicken soup with rice
In September, for a whileI will ride a crocodileDown the chicken soup-y NilePaddle once, paddle twicePaddle chicken soup with rice
In October I’ll be hostTo witches, goblins and a ghostI’ll serve them chicken soup on toastWhoopy once, whoopy twiceWhoopy chicken soup with rice
In November’s gusty gale I will flop my flippy tailAnd spout hot soup-I’ll be a whale!Spouting once, spouting twiceSpouting chicken soup with rice
In December I will beA baubled, bangled Christmas treeWith soup bowls draped all over meMerry once, merry twiceMerry chicken soup with rice
I told you once, I told you twiceAll seasons of the year are niceFor eating chicken soup with rice