I like to hug it and feel its cold. to smell its insides and pet its smooth, white-blue surface. sometimes I sleep with it but normally I try to carry it wherever I go - kitchen, living room, bathroom, garage. I admit it, I licked it twice.
They are shiny and sharp. Stabby stabs, as I like to call them.
brown, fuzzy. kind of like a small blanket, but not really. has a cord, plug it into the wall, and wait for it to heat up.
I spent hours painting him, hammer in one hand, flamethrower pistol in the other, with a flowing cape of dragon scales and a brazier burning atop shoulders of rich green armor.
I found it on the side of the road and took it
Now it's the center piece of my room
soft and has a warm-colored light, i like to kiss the top of his head and boop his beak
I found it on the side of the road and took it
Now it's the center piece of my room
I'm super curious about this…
Holds the stories of a thousand worlds, and tiny dragons and roses
small, fits in my hand. yellow-green. fuzzy-ish. peachy-kind-of-fuzzy. deadly weapon and children's toy. named spencer. found on side of road. imaginary friend.
(yes, those are all for the same object. bonus points if you actually get it right)
I like to hug it and feel its cold. to smell its insides and pet its smooth, white-blue surface. sometimes I sleep with it but normally I try to carry it wherever I go - kitchen, living room, bathroom, garage. I admit it, I licked it twice.
i was gonna say rock but then i read the "smell its insides" section and i thought, "polar bear"
thanks for helping destroy my sanity today!
small, fits in my hand. yellow-green. fuzzy-ish. peachy-kind-of-fuzzy. deadly weapon and children's toy. named spencer. found on side of road. imaginary friend.
(yes, those are all for the same object. bonus points if you actually get it right)
Immediately thought of a furby…
Nov. 11th:
describe what the best night of your life would be like. who would you be with? what would you be doing? crimes? yes? no? mayhaps?
the chilly wind in a warm night provides an ideal temperature. it's dark, there are no lamps where I'm standing. I look up at the sky and see the stars, the galaxy. I am safe, there are no mosquitoes or ticks or anyone that can mug me. I am alone. I look at the sky. I forget that I am a human. I start to sing.
I come back home with the break of dawn.
I found it on the side of the road and took it
Now it's the center piece of my room
I'm super curious about this…
It's made out of wood and holds things
I found it on the side of the road and took it
Now it's the center piece of my room
I'm super curious about this…
It's made out of wood and holds things
a bowl? a basket? OH- A WOODEN SKULL
I found it on the side of the road and took it
Now it's the center piece of my room
I'm super curious about this…
It's made out of wood and holds things
a bowl? a basket? OH- A WOODEN SKULL
no lol
It's just a really nice side table
I'm completely alone. No one to bother me and no one I have to worry about. Guilt is something I dont recognize and I am able to sink into my couch wrapped up in a warm blanket I had just heated up in the dryer. Christmas tree lights and the TV, which quietly plays Christmas music, are the only lights illuminating the room. My two dogs lay on their beds, peacefully sleeping. The wood-burning fire place emits a wonderful smell of a bonfire, while also heating up the room to a nice temperature. I occasionally sip the hot cocoa in my hands, while I read my favorite books.
Its that or arson.
Nov. 11th:
describe what the best night of your life would be like. who would you be with? what would you be doing? crimes? yes? no? mayhaps?
Of course I join this thread on the one day it asks a question like this. XD
small, fits in my hand. yellow-green. fuzzy-ish. peachy-kind-of-fuzzy. deadly weapon and children's toy. named spencer. found on side of road. imaginary friend.
(yes, those are all for the same object. bonus points if you actually get it right)
Immediately thought of a furby…
is a tennis ball lol
So what you're saying is that I was right?
It's been a year, hi guys :>
January 9th
Are you the person you were a year ago?
In some ways, yes. In other ways, God, I hope not.
I second Yamatsu's answer.