Valentine’s Day, Mumbai, 2015
Plants are just like… Too much sun. Not enough sun. Ground too wet. Ground too dry. The pH balance is wrong. There’s not enough drainage. I don’t like terracotta. Feed me. Stop feeding me. God was killed here. I do not vibe with this soil.
bro i’m literally begging you to leave that okay boomer shit in the past and like maybe actually talk to some working class old people for once in your life
okay boomer
please i’m on my hands and fucking knees begging any of you to think critically for once the 20 something rich liberal techie mcstartup is going to do leagues more damage to you and the environment than any poor old person and this doesn’t even TOUCH on how horribly black and latino boomers were and are treated get the internet worms out of your brain and just TALK to an old person
SNUFKIN AND THE ORPHANED CHILDREN, 1984, Tuulikki Pietilä
Snufkin has to take care of a bunch of homeless forest children. Finally he finds an empty cottage where they can stay the night. Outside there is a pouring rain, and all the trousers and dresses are hung out on a line to dry. There is a jolly fire in the stove. As potatoes cook in the pot, Snufkin tells an exciting tale to the forest children.
this exchange is like a microcosm of all internet discourse
Me: Fucking bone me. Take me right here.
The Orc trader staring wide-eyed at me: Ma’am this is a farmer’s market.
