the kids are calling them "stone fruits." they start off small—think cherries. then they're hooked and they need a quick fix, they get peaches, maybe some nectarines. it's all they can think about. before you know it, they're trying the really hard stuff—apricots, plums. once they taste a mango there's no going back.

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I really love when cats use their front legs to hold something in place while they use their back legs to kick the absolute shit out of it

when people are asked what advice they'd give their younger self it's usually like "don't waste your life worrying!" or "it will all be okay" or "there's so much to live for" (or "invest in bitcoin") and that's fine but me personally i would want actionable advice. if an older version of myself showed up in a dream and gave me some vague positive bullshit like "it gets better" i'd be so pissed off. that's a waste of a perfectly good prophetic vision. right now if i could tell my younger self anything i would tell him that getting some nice wide-leg or baggy or relaxed-straight jeans would help his dysphoria so much