Cutting Off The Tongue Seems Like The Practical Solution

This story sounds familiar hmmMMmM🤔

i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.

on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.

someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please

Real💅

Brb-gonna-go-have-a-solo-acoustic-guitar- sesh-while-the-birds-sing-with-me-core

(That's my baby btw^)

We are connected to eachother through legend and myth.

"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

–Jonathan Gottshall

Somehow, my boss is like Captain Holt from Brooklyn 99, and as foretold, I'm becoming such an Amy Santiago ....

This gif is so niche. If you know where it came from, then let's get married in paris

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from The Sleepwalker

[Text ID: "The terror of true love was beginning."]

I want to look like I stepped out of a black and white film sometimes.

Is that too much to ask?

Me^

Carl Frederik Sørensen (Danish, 1818–1879), "Danish Ships in Rough Seas" (details), 1877

I felt her words crawl upon my skin. Slowly. Deliberately. Time felt still as they pried open my chest and laid siege to my heart. Without a single touch, I was made to love her. Only her. ~ B.T.