Hello!

can i get an amen break burger

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.

What are those cool spiky feathers?? (Sorry I know nothing about these cool gals!)

the walking dead, game of thrones, and breaking bad were just superwholock for men

Game of Walking Bad

just received the best text message I’ve ever had. from my mom

editing is so funny because it's like "damn, i wrote 'before' two times within three paragraphs. they are going to stone me in the town square for this"

the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door