Romi × 22 ×
SoCal × She/They

weaselle:

augustdementhe:

hedgehog-moss:

I was at the coffeeshop in the village and someone asked me how my llamas are doing, and a woman overheard and told me that when she was a kid, her parents used to have a couple of llamas in their sheep farm, and every single sheep in their flock imprinted on one of the two llamas. Each sheep chose the best most charismatic llama according to mysterious sheep criteria, and never wavered in their ovine loyalty. Each of the two llamas was worshiped by a small sub-flock of devoted sheep who followed him everywhere like Jesus’s apostles and only left their field for transhumance when led by “their” llama. The funniest thing is the way this woman overheard the word “llama” and immediately came to sit next to me to tell me this, like she had waited since childhood to share her bewilderment about the two religious congregations of sheep led by rival llama prophets in her family farm.

I’d have trouble keeping that in myself.

i love how 100k of us feel the same need to tell everyone that she felt

teacupmotif:

people with brown or black eyes should be allowed to do anything like get everything they need for free and get away with murder. okay whatever you want beautiful

hawkeabelas:

while kissing my cat’s little head: you’re a problem *smooch* you’re a terror *smooch* you’re a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch*

neil-gaiman:

digital-magus:

ceevee5:

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When I first got to Woodstock NY, ten years ago, you could drive to Rhinecliff Station and buy a ticket to New York. And then get on the train and go to New York. Now when friends in New York want to take the train to come and see me I have to explain about downloading the Amtrak app and buying a ticket for the train they want to be on and no other train and so on and the ones from countries where there are functional train services think I’ve lost my mind…

tryworks:

what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl

hungwy:

getting wicked drunk on honeydew behind my shoe house and smoking a mint leaf that a caterpillar sold me for five acorns