Just something floating through...

I think Bo Burnham put it best

she used to work for a gay club where her job would be to carry around a tray of shots (she’s like pretty short and had one (1) extremely buff arm because of this bc she had to hold the tray real high above her head when going thru crowds) and she found that obviously she’d get tipped better if she dressed sexy, so she’d come to work in just lingerie and bunny ears, and i was like “damn i could never” and i asked her how she had the body confidence to do it

she told me that a good sport/hobby for depressed lesbians to take up is martial arts, because not only does it give you a reason to get out the house and socialise more, but because it gives you a good way to get more control over your body in more ways than one

i was once discussing the big spoon/little spoon with a friend and she interupted us and gave the most definitive answer i’ve ever heard; the wisest addition to Big Spoon/Little Spoon discourse anybody could have, something i still think about every day.

Carlos: Tall people, if we are walking please take into consideration my tiny legs. I can’t keep up with you. Please think of my tiny legs, I don’t want to be jogging to keep up with your leisurely stroll, you TITANS.

Me, eating Apple slices with my rats in the dark: were a lot alike you and i. We eat we sleep we live trapped in our comfort zones never doing anything more than the usual. Your cage is physical you have an excuse but me? What stops me from getting up and leaving all that I know? Nothing but social obligation. But you seem satisfied in your space, to climb your walls and rest and shit and eat. Perhaps there is wisdom in that.