In 1944 a kitten named George (short for General Electric) was saved from drowning by a U.S. Navy crew member. George was then photographed and given a liberty card and detailed health record. Source.
you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.
op are you okay
yes im married to her now
this is the kind of quality content I expect from the internet
“I am wearing a cropped furry hooded jacket from FunkiB Clubwear, a Badinka bodysuit, and Demonia boots. Sci-Fi/Fantasy is what inspires my style. I try to look as non-human as possible.”
thinking about biblical organs meant to be looked at. adam’s rib is pulled out, catches on tissue, clots of blood. god’s organ, the tabernacle, is tented and yet beats too loudly to be tented. hagar buries her still-alive son while grasping tightly onto a waterskin. it’s dry, though. she wishes it wasn’t. sometimes, in the bible, organs are on the outside and it isn’t wrong. it’s upsetting and sticky and utterly strange but it’s not wrong. not even profane: there is something sacred here, in skins and ribs and god’s beating heart
