e.e. cummings g o e s
to the counter &orders
until the baristalady w h i s t l e s his name—
"how do you like your coffee, mr. poet?"
‘lose your soul' by Dead man’s bonesi get up to this feeling, it keeps me on the run
‘Lest just take off here shall we?’
Lets make things interesting….
Textbook example of the “holy shit!” distance
still nailed it
judging by how tall the fence is, i really don’t think the take-off was that abnormally long
Agreed. Probably would have only been a half stride deeper (if that) than the horse took it. But then again I’d like to see this from a side view.
my friend forced me to his party so i started melting together candy corn into a candy corncob an hour and a half ago
OOOOHHH THAT’S WHY IT IS CALLED THAT
Scanned the Cat Collection from my #Inktober sketchbook.
EXTRA FLUFFY BLUEBERRY ALMOND PANCAKES