thank you black mold

hits your cervix with my car

little girl in the checkout line was freaking the FUCK out reaching for a shelf and screaming "GIMMEEEE GIMMEEEEE" at the top of her lungs and the mom kept saying "no 🫩" and I look at the shelf expecting there to be candy or something and it was full of batteries

that moment in the podcast alice isn’t dead where the narrator talks about how love is making pizza with her wife. that scene changed me

“I’ve been thinking lately of our pizza nights. Dough from scratch, sauce from scratch, cheese from… well, from the store. Not going that far. I loved the making of bread, the dough for the crust. Flour and water in your hands, first separate and then merging into a silky whole. The yeast and gluten making it a living thing. It moves when you poke it. It breathes into your hands. Our hands covered in flour, we open a bottle of wine, and we eat the pizza we made, and… we just watch whatever’s on TV and fall asleep in a wine and bread coma. I think love is cooking together. I think it’s making something with each other, that’s what I think, Alice.”

I bet raising your arm and summoning a weapon for you to grasp feels good as fuck

rummaging for an earl grey teabag like its a cigarette

what’s the big deal about being avoidant. like ohhhh im dodging the bullet quick everyone lets mock the bullet dodger

you press the pedal but tthe car only moves because it wants to

has anyone noticed recently that it's expensive

times like these really make you appreciate pouring river water in your socks