nilla-bean

pancake and bean pancake and bean why oh why do you cause so much mischief you dumb cat all i all i want is for you to behave is that too much to ask for? you dumb cat you dumb cat pancake and bean pancake and bean da da da da da da dum da da da da da da dum pancake and bean

his fragile stratum of love are ready to break.

do you remember, love when we were young didn't have a care for the world the world was our oyster everything was green kisses beneath the incandescent moonbeams our hands would interlace follow the rhythm of grace do you remember, love those were the days when we were young oh ooh oh ooh when we were young oh ooh oh ooh young and stupid and in love many years past since gone our separate ways sometimes i sit and reminiscence our days and with every heartbreak we grew wiser we found new people to love when we were young oh ooh oh ooh when we were young oh ooh oh ooh like the seasons things began to change an

            All my life I wanted to feel beautiful.            Mother always tells me I am, though now, I am wondering if she truly means it. You never once said I was beautiful, not even after I spent nearly an hour trying to put my sister's makeup on. Not that you'd notice.            You think the girls with the short skirts and best clothes, the ones who put the most makeup on are beautiful. The ones who'd do anything to get your attention. The ones who want to be your friends not because you're you, but because you're with them. Not me, your weirdo friend.            Only I am not beautiful; I am nothing like them. Nor will I ever

i. I wonder: if you looked back, would you remember? After all, I was never rich, never beautiful, or popular. I was just Sophie, a simple-minded, quiet girl that, once-upon-a-time, you were best friends with. The girl that, believe-it-or-not, you almost had your first kiss with (almost).That girl you snuggled with during preschool naps, the one who played with you during recess even when I infected you with cooties.            I wonder if you forgot. Then I wonder if any of that ever happened at all; for those eight amazing years of life, I could've been in a trance, or under a spell, or maybe my mind is playing a really good trick on me

            I never did forget the butterflies. We'd catch them in the garden, behind my yellow house. They were truly beautiful, flapping effortlessly, fluttering in unison. Blues, greens, even pinks—my eyes were blinded by the array of bright colors from the butterflies. We didn't have nets to catch them with, so we caught them with empty jam jars Mama lent me. We'd be lucky if we caught just one—that one special butterfly that never got away.            They'd fly, far, far away from us—and I'd think to myself, maybe the butterflies don't like us. Then, I knew why the butterflies were so willing, so desperate to fly away. They're free.

I may not have the best skills, I may not be the most well known, I may not have the most expensive materials but — I am an artist.

pancake oh pancake why did I eat you? i know i had to but then again, you looked so good tonight smothered in butter covered in syrup crispy golden brown I know I should wait till morning But too late now, anyways I ate you you're in my tummy yes, you were oh so so yummy pancakes! oh pancakes pancakes I love the way you taste.