Who Is She? She Is Her.

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

the second eel at the end in its little cuck shelter 💜

hey duck

youre no good duck

youre never gonna be shit

ya just like ya fatha

BESPOKE

always thinking about that Oxford study that found half of adults define "young people hanging around in groups" as "anti-social behaviour"