Howdy

I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"

You can pinpoint the exact moment he turns to liquid

SHUT

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

i would kill for the confidence of novelists who write genius-poet characters and then actually write samples of the “genius” poetry in the book. if i were a novelist writing a genius-poet i’d just be like “trust me, the poetry’s real good.”

the thing about art is that sometimes you'll be moved to tears by stuff that is not very good