けーね先生 | ひよすけ [pixiv]
don’t tell them anything, anything
is there a special kind of insomnia where you just stare and stare and can’t stop thinking about every single mistake you’ve ever made?
[ Luke sitting slumped with a blanket around his shoulders, staring tiredly into the hot drink he’s holding. ]
i think i am probably the third
TODAY IN BIOLOGY CLASS WE LEARNED THAT WHEN YOU MOW THE GRASS THE BLADES RELEASE A CHEMICAL THAT MAKES THAT GLORIOUS SMELL BUT THE REASON WHY THEY RELEASE THE CHEMICAL IS TO WARN OTHER GRASS BLADES OF DANGER SO WHEN WE SMELL THE FRESHLY CUT GRASS SMELL IT’S NOT JUST A GOOD SMELL IT’S THE SMELL OF THE BLOOD AND SCREAMS FOR HELP OF THOUSANDS OF GRASS BLADES