i do like birds

“I wish I were one of them.” She muttered, her eyes following the flock of birds sitting on the power line above them.

“Why is that?” her friend laughed.

“Well,” she started. “I think we all have periods where we just want to escape, you know? To just pack all of our things away, change our hair color, our style, our name, anything to start brand new-”

“But life prevents that.” she smiled sadly. “We have too many obstacles, too many expectations, and too many pressures to do things a certain way to be happy.”

“These birds have it so easy, though.” she spoke softly, “they just fly away.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #146

a not-entirely-earthling stinky boy

Thanksgiving Gone Wrong Starters
  • "There's no way this bird is fitting in that oven."
  • "Do I look like I know how to cook?"
  • "Here, help me get this cornish hen inside the turkey. I want to convince my sister the turkey was pregnant."
  • "If I hear one more Christmas song I'm going to throttle someone."
  • "My family made it a whole ten minutes before arguing this year."
  • "Backyard football got a little heated, can you meet me at the ER?"
  • "I need you to run back to the store."
  • "You didn't tell me that I had to kill the turkey!"
  • "I think the stuffing is laced with drugs."
  • "I don't think my mom has caught on yet that my brother's roommate is his boyfriend yet. She's letting them share a room."
  • "Don't you think it's a little racist the neighbors dress up their kids as Native Americans?"
  • "I'm lost somewhere between the dairy aisle and the end of the check-out line."
  • "Oh my God, I hate your family."
  • "I can't tell if your grandma is asleep on the couch or dead."
  • "What asshole decided to hold the election right before a major family holiday?"
  • "No, really, the bed in my room is too small to fuck on. It's like my parents are trying to sabotage me."
  • "The line for the bathroom is 12 deep."
  • "I'm still at the airport."
  • "Why do I smell something burning -- oh."
  • "You can't use fireworks to cook!"
  • "The turkey hotline blocked my number."
  • "Why is your head in the turkey?!"

So my family is currently visiting for Thanksgiving. Last night the birds were out and Gunter almost immediately flew over to my little brother, stepped up for him, and put his head down for scritches. My brother looked at me and asked, “Uh, what is Gunter doing?” and I said “He wants you to pet him.” It usually takes Gunter quite a while to warm up to someone enough to let them scritch him, but I guess my brother is the exception!

So… there are wildlife rescue centers in the urban fantasy settings, right?

Bird Lady: And whenever the chance to be in love came along again, I run away from it, Stop trusting people.

Kevin: No offense, But that seems like a dumb thing to do. 

Bird Lady: I was afraid to get my heart broken again. Sometimes when you can trust a person and when the things are down, They forget about you. 

Kevin: Maybe they’re just too busy, Maybe they don’t forget about you, But they forget to remember you. People don’t mean to forget. I think it’s just happens.

Bird Lady: I’m just afraid if I do trust someone, I’ll get my heart broken again.

Kevin: I understand that. I used to have this really nice pair of rollerblades, I was afraid if I wore them, I break them. So I keep them in a box and do you know what happen?

Bird Lady: No…

Kevin: I outgrew them. I never wore them once outside. I just wore them in my room a couple times.

Bird Lady: A person heart and a person feeling are really different then skates.

Kevin: Well it’s kind of a same thing. If you aren’t gonna use your heart, then what’s the difference if it gets broken? If you just keep it to yourself, maybe you’ll be like my rollerblades. When you want to try, it won’t be any good. You should take chances, Got nothing to lose. 

Bird Lady: There’s a truth in there somewhere.

Kevin: I think so. Your heart might still be broken, But it’s not gone. If its gone, you won’t be this nice.

rocatanskies  asked:

I know that in the comic itself it says that the Gentry are vain as vats around the English students of Elsewhere U, but what happens when the English majors DO charm them?

They charm them pretty easily, all the time - if you can quote a nice bit of relevant poetry and string together a few pleasingly falttering metaphors you’ll have a freaky freaky five-eyes stilt-creature following you around preening by the end of the week. I imagine they bring you favors the way cats do, i.e. dead birds they thought you’d like the plumage on. If they are very, very charmed, however, you run the risk of spirited away and doted on, which sounds nice until they either get tired of you and release you into the Elsewhere wilds, or refuse to let you go.

Messing around with the random pony thing got this super curious nerd who doesn’t really understand the meaning of boundaries (or just doesn’t care) and tends to just do whatever he wants until he finds out what he was after. 

He’s not very popular but I love him

I mean if I do happen to find someone worth a damn, our relationship gon be on some serious we in dis forevaaaa type shit. Dating and that trial and error shit just ain’t the wave I’m trying to ride at this time in my life. Gimme the man imma have kids with so we can settle down, and get this money.