Jul 17
Also it's funny how the things that people around you say become the way you speak to the world? I had an old flame who called my roommate's dog Babka because her fur looked like swirly bread, and now every time I see a brindle dog I call them Babka. And my friend has a parrot who she affectionately nicknamed Chicken, and now that's what I call the crow that asks for treats outside my window. All we are is a collection of pretty souvenirs borrowed from the people we have loved isn't that wild aha
