if we’re mutuals, you are allowed to slip 1 (One) small lizard into my pocket if you see me at the farmer’s market
An old fashioned doctor’s leech jar
Bringing this out in the middle of my dinner party while the guests bang their fists on the table.
You know who would find the Cullen clan out most often? Wildlife biologists.
They’d be going over wildlife surveys and be like “hey, why has there been such a dramatic decrease in our predator population in the last year? what is going on??” They’d set up game cameras one night and check it a couple days later only watch a feral little man in khakis tackle a puma and drink its blood at one in the morning.
hold me gentl like frogg
the koi in the koi pond waiting for you to feed them the food pebbles
sometimes i get a little stressed out because i’m living in a part of history that’ll one day be talked about and discussed and papers written and what am i doing? what have i done? laundry, barely
Sometimes I used to wonder what regular folks were doing during eventful periods in history.
Now I’m living in one and yeah, it turns out the answer is laundry, barely.
It’s okay to exist in a time of historical change doing laundry, barely.