Animals Solidarity

not everything is getting worse. at least you don't hear high hopes by panic at the disco every day anymore

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

I spent 30 years as an email draft

i love people so much that im trying to be one myself. its a bit crazy, i know…

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

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mwah is a very important word

I am chronically online but not in a way that keeps me informed #mybubble

crack the egg of sympathy and make the omelette of compassion

stop drinking beer with the deer and come have a cider with the spiderrrr

dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again

Illustration from the book "Hondo and Fabian" written and illustrated by Peter McCarty