The inherent violence of buildings you have known being destroyed. I’m not saying this from an activism perspective, I’m talking about the shock to the system and the incomprehensible nature of a whole building simply not existing anymore. Rooms that you will be unable to visit again or make more memories in. It’s like a death. And we very rarely hold funerals for it. Am I making sense? I feel like i’m going crazy
people aren’t willing to have open and honest discussions about sex horror sex bat sex horror sex vampire sex bat horror vampire sex. there’s a stigma.
Omg i was sitting on my floor with my cat cream cheesing my toasty bagel (SORRY) and she wanted a sniff and i let her bc she’s not a food thief she just wants to smell. Anyways she must’ve burnt her lil nose on the hot bagel bc she got MAD and started trying to slap the bagel and when i pulled it away she started slapping ME
People have started getting REAL COMFY just walking into my office. That’s where i nap and eat peanut butter from the jar with a fork in private get the hell outta here
things that are angels: fungi. computer programming. bioluminescent creatures in the middle of the pacific ocean that have never been seen by people. a weird restaurant server late at night pouring coffee. overgrown things. androids and robots. etc
