Citrus

YOUR EMAIL FINDS ME ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE

hey don't cry. on december 3, 1926, agatha christie went missing for eleven days and because the uk police didn't know what to do they recruited sir arthur conan doyle, creator of master detective sherlock holmes, but all he did was conduct a séance to try and contact her distressed spirit

sometimes i get weirdly anxious about the fact that thousands of years of evolution have led to my specific bloodline and it will almost certainly be ending with me. but then i remember the same is true of like every fly that dies in a drink before it gets the chance to reproduce so like. who am i to get all precious about the concept of bloodlines really. who give a shit. my ancestors arent any better than that flys ancestors.

"they've had intercourse" "i know that i'm asking if they've kissed"

there's like a thousand ways for a shower to work and you wouldn't even imagine half of them until you have to take a shower at a new place