(via magicallittleponies)
I just traded my neighbour a jar of raw honey for his parakeet’s corpse.
It is also worth noting that the only reason I have so much raw honey is because I made a dress for a beekeeper’s daughter.
And that I need the parakeet bones to make a necklace for the woman who fixed my antique cello.
And that I got the cello as payment for juggling at a child’s birthday party.
When did my life get this weird?
This is maybe the best thing that has ever been posted in my favorite tag (#the barter system).
I am so proud of you, barterer. You are truly a master of the barter system. This is a beautiful thing. I hope you keep bartering for a long time.
(via kimojunk)
Handcuffed To A Missile 2:
no longer can the bears find my home
i am free
Little icelandic girl playing with a lost foal. Instant BFFs.
> the little kisses melt my heart
> This is simply every little girl’s dearest dream: frolicking through the fields with your happy pony friend. The only things missing are the rainbows and the poofy princess dress. My inner five-year-old is throwing a temper tantrum.
> This is pretty damn adorable.
(via anarcha-princess)
This is a callout post for the american postal system bc i was supposed to get my box from charlotte rousse today but all we got in the mail was a bunch of cat food from amazon dot com!!!
- interviewer: where do you see yourself in 10 years
- me: being really into curling and writing gay curling romance fiction
- me: playing lots of shuffleboard
- me: moving objects on a floor to a specific location but not too far, in general
Friendship
- me: *has terrible thought*
- friend: *says terrible thought out loud*
- me: OH THANK GOD
blessphemy a true miracle!!!bring this aesthetic back
