allow me to tell you of the grave error i made yesterday. it was 8pm. i was cooking moroccan stew. needed to let it simmer for 25 minutes before i added the chickpeas. i shall go upstairs, thought i, and take a shower, and leave the chickpeas on the counter to drain. puddles the cat is sleeping near the stove. i briefly consider locking her out of the kitchen - but surely even she, leviathan of unconquerable appetites, will not concern herself with hard, drained, uncooked chickpeas. surely not.
with this set-up in mind, what do you imagine i found when i came back downstairs?
Time transfixed via Rene Magritte
Size: 146x97 cm Medium: oil, canvas
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Remy Ratatouille???
reblog to let him know that you love him
does anyone have that one painting with the ghosts standing in the water?
is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal
Alternate title to Soldier, Poet King, by The Oh Hellos,
Cowboy, Ninja, Viking.
can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]
There used to be a butcher shop a five minute walk up the street from my house. To communicate how important that is, there is nothing else five minutes from my house.
There is nothing for at least fifteen minutes from my house.
If that butcher shop was still there I could walk up the street and buy a sausage and it would take me five minutes.
But it isn't, so I can't.
Why am I alive at this point, if I can't even walk five minutes and get a sausage.