Willow and Juniper Kitties - 2020
I have no words.
Happy New Year!
Here's a rabbit to start off 2023.
i show a neanderthal a doom metal album and they understand implicitly. they pick up a bass guitar and start to play it instinctually
Buncha heros at the Burger Mart
Whatever *sticks my dick in the gap between who you are and who you portray yourself as*
Cecil Stedman the man you are
“When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways to drink directly from the stream of cool water, I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone, who used to do the same thing at that age; And when he lifts his head back up and, satisfied, wipes the water dripping from his cheek with his shirtsleeve, it’s the same casual gesture my brother used to make; and I don’t tell him to use a glass, the way our father told my brother, because I like remembering my brother when he was young, decades before anything went wrong, and I like the way my son becomes a little more my brother for a moment through this small habit born of a simple need, which, natural and unprompted, ties them together across the bounds of death, and across time … as if the clear stream flowed between two worlds and entered this one through the kitchen faucet, my son and brother drinking the same water.”
— A Drink of Water BY JEFFREY HARRISON