Imagine a tree on which adult human lungs are growing and bobbing in the soft breeze like so many great, fleshy fruits.
Nothing else. Nothing important. Just an interesting image.
It is… everything.
I guess this is where I say “my hand slipped.”
do you ever read old conversations you had with someone and realize how much more they used to be interested in you and it makes you feel like complete shit because everything is different now and you can tell you’ve just lost that shine that got their attention in the first place
I have three projects in mind that I’d like to do, two I’ve started but have to start over, and one I haven’t started yet because I need to go out into the city to do it.
what if instead of a same gender detective partnership who keep getting mistaken for a romantic couple, you had a same gender romantic couple who keep getting mistaken for detectives
‘hello, I’m sam darling, and this is my partner gregory hitch’ ‘AH YES THE PRIVATE DETECTIVES’ ‘what??? no we just came for some ice cream why is there police tape everywhere’
do you ever realize that there was a moment when your mom or dad put you down as a baby and never picked you up again
I told my mom about this and she walked over and picked me up I am a 22 year old adult woman
okay but remember the book where the old lady literally breaks into her son’s house just to hold him
She’s an outlier and shouldn’t have been counted
THAT BOOK IS I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND IN THE SECOND GRADE I WROTE A FAKE LITTLE GOLDEN BOOK AND DEDICATED IT TO THE AUTHOR HIS BOOK WILL MAKE YOU CRY
I LOVE YOU FOREVER I LIKE YOU FOR ALWAYS AS LONG AS I’M LIVING MY BABY YOU’LL BE
I still have this book. It’s one of those books that goes beyond being a kids book and is one of those that will be handed down through the generations.