#usa papa

[montybuggershop-hooty]

I figured i'd share this here too since I know I follow me very best coolest and most unhinged coworkers and peers here. Put in a good words for me, I try my hardest and almost never cry. Show me to your Line Producer or whatever. I'll do anything.

I really need to find a new contract even more than the usual 'need to eat' circumstance.

My job ending coincided with an application of mine that's been delayed for almost a year, and of course this application will default to DENIED if i'm not employed. hahha life. oh life. oooooh liiiife.

[9kylian]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Papa Roach - Last Resort

[montybuggershop-hooty]

Morning friens

Don't have the first words you speak on an interview day be the interview

[sock-hops]

Cardinal

[candlelitcorners]

Remote Reflections

I didn't think much of it when the eyeglasses first appeared.

My house sits atop 9 or so acres, encircled by woods and fielded area off a county backroad. At the bottom of the hill is a medium-sized pond of dark water that flows up from a well. The well is covered by a tiny stone building.

Ever since I moved in, the door to the well house has been sealed shut. I've never opened it- never needed to. Water flows out from under the door, down a short stone path and into the pond.

A hundred years ago, I was told, the well fed water to the house. These days, it only kept the pond full.

From time to time, some trash or other items could blow in from the road and get stuck on a branch or along the water's edge.

I thought that's where the eyeglasses must have come from.

Until they turned up, week after week.

Sometimes I spotted them half-floating, and sometimes they were lodged in the muddied edge of the pond. Once the shattered frame was even a few feet up the hill as if carried by a curious animal.

After over a month of picking pieces of eyeglasses out of my pond, I found a small pile of glass and metal scraps, leading up the stone path to the well house. They seemed to be coming right out from under the door with the well water.

And, well, that couldn't be possible.

Sleep was a struggle to find that night. I was stiff as a board in my bed, eyes refusing to close. What else was in the well house? What was bringing the glasses there? What was putting them out?

In the morning, my face felt tired- exhausted, rather- from the late night. I mustered up enough strength to swing an arm over to the bedside table and feel around for my eyeglasses.

My chest tightened, throat going dry.

They weren't there.

[willyhoos]

just finished binging a masterpiece 230k word hetalia fic (it was left on a cliffhanger just before the final chapter , and last updated 12 years ago) and imfeeling normal and full of well-rested . !! hapyness

[littlechillis]

he did it for the girls in america 🦅🇺🇸

[magicianmalpractice]

today, thank a horse girl for your existence

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Papa Roach - Blood Brothers

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

[yourfavghestie]

Guess I’ll let y’all know what goes down at the forum 😅💸

[faith-is-mine]

real USA tour setlist people my bad 😭

[candlelitcorners]

Prairie Towns are Different.

There may not be thick, dark woods or steep, snowy mountain ridges hiding us from a busting world, but the monsters still know where to hide.

Our monsters know dusty antique shop windows, dilapidated barnyards, tall wispy grass fields, and backseats of long-abandoned pick-up trucks.

They know which folks turn their eyes away, and which ones lie awake at night listening- or sit out on their back porch early into the morning hours hoping for a glimpse.

Our monsters know the silence which comes at their mention in prairie towns. If we are quiet- we hope- they will be, too.

[peripateticavian]

Dudes the Washington Pizza Index is up

[the-kinfolk-wellin-chronicles]

Dear Papa Smurf

Blog Incoming!

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Dear Kendricks, First I wanted to apologize for the big party. We are not the biggest on birthday parties, but TURN UP, as they used to say so long ago! I know we have come out of our shells in ways I can’t imagine now. The room contains family members: our children, grandchildren, friends, and distinguished guests. I know there are so many…