I don't know

you can't leave off the photo the sawmill worker took of the kiwi

Someone asked me a while ago if I still had a photo of the worst sink I had ever seen while apartment hunting in Los Angeles. I assumed I deleted it so I didn't answer the ask and now it's gone, but as it turns out, yes, I do still have a photo of it.

this sewing pattern just touched me while i was in the middle of reading it

>gas station

Some of you are not introverted, you’ve just been forced to shrink yourself and second-guess your existence in the context of groups, forcing you into isolation, social anxiety, and a visceral rejection of the very thing that ignites your soul: meaningful relations with other human beings.