“Someone said we’re out of ice. You collapsed on the spot and started sobbing, saying ‘but where will all the polar bears live’. That drunk.”
sentence meme // accepting
“well.” she mumbles out, fiddling with the zippo lighter making a piss-poor attempt at lighting her cigarette.
“at the very least we can say i’m still very concerned with the environment even while shit-faced. you have to admit that much is still admirable.”
cigarette smoke is probably tearing a bigger whole in the ozone than methane from cows, but it’s a noble thought at least. she tries to be socially conscious, tries not to be so damned self-obsessed like it isn’t her worst trait.
“the polar ice caps are melting nishitanabe, when we’re retired we ought to go back to japan and wave picket signs about it.”
she grins at him, it’s not funny at all but sh doesn’t care. if it makes him crack a slight smile it’s halfway worth it.















