Rabbiata

kinda miss sitting in restaurants with my friends loudly having what is clearly the weirdest conversation the couple two tables over has heard all week and pretending not to notice them chuckle at my jokes but making sure to throw in enough exposition to give them context if they’re still listening

“why the hell is this one getting so many notes” i think, briefly, before realizing we’re three years into The Great Loneliness and i have just wistfulposted on yearning dot com

I invite you over to my house and it’s like normal enough like it’s a pretty nice place maybe some odd choices in knickknacks to display but nothing truly strange but I invite you inside and I say “don’t mind the dog” and you look down because you were excited to meet a dog but it’s just like a mini Baba Yaga hut running around on its little chicken legs maybe knee height