theshitpostcalligrapher:req’d by @warpedchyldi hesitate to ask but what manner of entity is Te Sapli
theshitpostcalligrapher:req’d by @warpedchyldi hesitate to ask but what manner of entity is Te SaplingSorry for late reply, I just saw this. I LOVE IT.Te Sapling is my mortal enemy, one I made 17 years ago on my 23rd birthday. I remember it well, that dark day on the 18th of September. I had been taken out to celebrate by younger sis and our friends. We feasted well on pasta, strawberry lemonade and free dessert. After, we merrily walked along window shopping as we headed back to the cars. But lo, danger loomed, for we failed to take notice of freshly cut squares in the concrete that were filled with fresh dirt and freshly planted saplings.I, being graced with the bulk of a hippo but all the grace and agility of a newborn three-legged giraffe in a puddle of olive oil, hit the edge of one square and pitched forward. In my desperation I reached out for stability, but instead of a therapist, I grabbed the sapling. And broke it.Also messed my knee up and howled in agony while everyone laughed. As you do.We tried fixing the sapling and we kind of successful. Then once I could move, we hobbled away, leaving the traumatized sapling behind.We’ve never been back. Mostly because that restaurant we went to closed and we can’t remember what street we were on. Also fuck Burbank. But we think the tree is there. Waiting, wist and gnarled, plotting my death. -- source link