my thievery palace

there was a dark period of my life (about a week) where I was so enthused with my ice cream making that I decided I'd just eat it for breakfast every day and it seemed fine for maybe two days but then I started to feel a bit like a corpse animated by moonlight in a way I couldn't shake throughout the rest of the day

genuinely felt like a snow elf for a bit there. walking around thinking about how I didn't strictly need anything to survive, but needed a cold and dark place to lie down. started feeling like I could only speak second languages and every human I spoke to was living in the lower world, like I breathed at a rhythm they couldn't keep

which, granted, is not how one should react to the knowledge "I had ice cream for breakfast and you didn't"

a dude at the gym just reached in his bag, pulled out a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup, smiled & shook his head like that’s just something that happens to people, put it back and then pulled out a bottle of water instead

it's always two distinguished gentlemen saying precisely to each other

Encounter: the Radish Imp

impressive! it's ugly, impractical, gets water everywhere, makes too much noise, and the quote with shit kerning says you don't think music is even real

ACCIDENTALLY LEFT MY MACERATED APPLE SYRUP ON THE STOVE AND IT CARAMELIZED I GUESS?

it was super thick and dark and golden and bubbly so i took it off the heat. happy accident.