"You know, I haven’t checked on Jill’s room in a while, there’s probably— oh jfc again??”
i was looking up chicken noises to annoy my sister and now i can’t breathe
I STARTED PLAYING THIS IN THE CAR AND MY ENTIRE FAMILY TOLD ME TO “TURN IT OFF HAILEY” WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT
ITS 2 AM AND I AM DYING
this is literally what i’ve set up as my alarm for school
We all know the dance to this
I can’t even hear what this dude’s saying but look at how ineffectually angry this bird is.
I’ve had days where I’ve wanted ti shriek like this at people too.
As a side note, I love that barn owls are used to often in art, and considered the most beautiful species, yet they make a noise like Satan’s chalkboard.
Sounds like the little girl getting burned alive in the Silent Hill movie.
The Art of Staying Aloft: a photo series by Gloria Wilson of Small Mysteries.
Can you imagine wings just being a normal part of everyday life like imagine
- Stepping out of the shower and blow drying your wings each morning before work
- Sitting back in a chair and having them flop over the back lazily
Sure, but realistically wings would be a pain in the butt. If they were the size necessary to actually support flight on a person, they would be huge and always dragging on the ground.
Try sitting on a toilet with those things. Or finding clothes. You’d have to sleep on your stomach, or standing.
Just a short list of cons.
BUT IN THE FANTASY SENSE, YES. I WOULD LOVE WINGS.
On August 5, this blog turned two years old! Can’t believe I forgot.
Happy belated bday, feather-in-your-cap!