its the song we all jammed out to in the 8uppers era
I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me.
in another thread, this user writes:
my name is Dog,
and wen its tea,
i hope they giv
sum foode to me –
i hope they shair
befor its gon –
they never do.
i dont get non.😦
and then replies to their own comment:
my name is Cow,
and this is tru –
my caynine frend,
its up to yu.
so just be brayve
and smart insted –
and be like me.
i lik the bred.
Just a little over a week to sign up! We’ve already had 10 pictures claimed and one super speedy submission! If you’ve already signed up, you’ve still got plenty of time to write your pieces. Haven’t signed up yet? Don’t leave it til last minute! Still some great pictures left that need an author, check the links below for all the information and the link to sign up
Please reblog if you haven’t already! :Db
me: I’m so excited to write this fic, it’s going to be good, I love it, I’m so pumped
*writes it in head before sleeping, gets emotional over songs that could fit the story, elaborates background and characterisations, writes lines on phone*
also me, in front of laptop: yeah, but no, I’ve got nothing
Knowing Brian May wore jelly sandals has increased my appreciation of him
It’s super-inconvenient when you like drinking but hate being drunk 
we have outdoor mailboxes. At least in northern Europe.
Oooh I guess we’re spoilt in the UK, our mail comes right through the door!
adult life might be full of pain and suffering but at least we dont have to do PE anymore
suchasinistergame 