Mango-monday - Dancing Penguins.

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to to the person holding it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead - you first,” “I like your hat.”

- Danusha Laméris, “Small Kindnesses" 

fairies

— ‘cause without you things go hazy

no one ever likes me as much as i like them 

cows for pattern assignment

Once I finally have an actual flat and job, I'm gonna start a thing where I invite all my friends over for dinner. And there's gonna be a dress code but it's just "that one outfit you never have any chance to wear". Flapper dress? Awesome. Medival gown that you got at a renesaince fair but don't actually know what to do with? Yes! Prom dress? Of course! Cosplay you made for that one convention? Definitely. Pikachu onsie? What would be more fitting?

*gracefully flips over a quesadilla* anyone would be lucky to have me