I’m really living the sad white bi lifestyle rn eatin garlic olives and listening to haim alone in my room while i smoke weed right into a fan that blows the smoke out the window bc I don’t like the smell
Do you ever crack open the door into a room of memories that you haven’t allowed yourself to look at in a long time and somehow you’re surprised that everything inside is untouched and unchanged, albeit with a filter of dust? Do you think about the bedrooms of children who’ve died unexpectedly, and the parents close the rooms up and leave them empty like monuments or abandoned archeological sites? And it isn’t until years later, maybe when they are getting ready to move, that they go in and really touch everything in the room again, lift it all up and put it away, and they keep saying, oh. Oh, this.
I’ve never made autobio comics before really but I loved this story of my mom’s that she told me on a recent visit to Tennessee. I might try to do more of these and collect them at some point.
bus drivers who re-open their doors when they see someone running towards the stop are neutral good. any other kind of bus driver is automatically lawful evil
Counterpoint: one time a bus driver stopped and waited for me and when I got on he was like “I always stop for pretty girls 😏” and I think that makes him chaotic neutral
