Late Night Snack

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Reblogged from wrennyjen

Weather forecast: 64 degrees with sunshine.
English Person: Quick let's get the BBQ, paddling pool and deck chairs out, let me go get my shorts and flip flops oh and don't forget the sun tan cream factor 50.
WELSH PERSON: What is this strange, bright light? Oh my God, get inside children, get inside, it could be dangerous, have we got anything to protect ourselves, no, only raincoats, oh help, what's this odd feeling, I'm not cold, it must be what we've read about... warmth.
SCOTTISH PERSON: WIT THE FUCK IS THAT
Texas Person: Oh God. OH GOD. WHERE DID THE WARMTH GO? JESUS SAVE US ALL. HURRY TO CHURCH AND PRAY, CHILDREN, PRAY THAT THIS FROZEN LANDSCAPE SOON THAWS.
Florida Person: It's such a nice day outside today. Maybe...whaT THE FUCK WHY IS IT SO DAMN COLD. TIME TO BREAK OUT THE JACKETS, SCARFS, UGGS, PANTS, AND MY HAT. JESUS CHRIST WHAT--FUCK IT'S RAINING.
Tumblr Person: Nice day for blogging.
California Person: Oh great, more fog.
Spirit World: Haha.
New England Person: It won't stay that way for long, just wait an hour or two...

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Reblogged from aswekissgoodbye

“ Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the little old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
“I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
“I know what you mean,” said the little old man. Shel Silverstein, The Little Boy and the Old Man (via aswekissgoodbye)

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Reblogged from goddess-of-wine