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the view from my window (my photo, x)
POOH'S HEFFALUMP HALLOWEEN MOVIE
I have the opposite of what the catholics have going on. I think that if I'm irredeemably wretched and imperfect, that's not my problem, and it's god and my parents who should be begging for forgiveness about that. Why would I be ashamed of being their creation, they should be ashamed of creating me.
I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do the dishes!
I did it! It sucked but I did it!
Grave offerings and burying the dead with tools and goods is actually such a deeply human thing to do. It's not really even necessarily about how much you believe in a literal afterlife or them taking the tools with them. It's also just going Wait, I'm Not Done Taking Care Of You, let me make you one more pair of socks so your feet won't be cold when you go wherever it is where I can't follow.
The fact that animals that care for their young will sometimes adopt others' lost or orphaned young to raise along their own is just funny to me. I know that it's all hormonal and there's no conscious thought involved in it, but the internal logic of it is so funny.
"Baby = success. More baby = more success. I have one baby and I found four other baby. I have five baby. I am being so fucking successful right now."
The agony of thinking you’re finished doing the dishes only to turn around and to your horror: the pot.
"Hot Summer nights mid July..."
Hey you wanna come over and dip bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar and such?