Every potato is my ideal guy

decay exists as an extant form of life

I got broken spaghetti and half frozen meatballs

when I see a cheese plate

Literally if life is going to be this dramatic I can have a little fantasy on the side

where is this bird’s cheese someone please help

a yellowhammer bird’s song is described to sound like “a little bit of bread and no cheese” and this is the most precious information I’ve ever discovered

as a child I really underestimated how much of my motivation to live would depend on cheese

chillingly, the man uses the possessive, implying he is in fact what is being owned

safe to say we’re all losing