crow: doing a silly little walk through the grass
me, in tears: fucking superb you funky little death omen

crow: doing a silly little walk through the grass
me, in tears: fucking superb you funky little death omen
[A large and fluffy dog is sleeping on a porch. A tiny grey bird is bouncing around on the dog, stealing its fur. Its tiny beak is full of dog floof. The dog is totally still and does not appear to have noticed the thief.]
a burglar
a birbler
Me, looking back at how many books i used to read: I love that bitch, she was going places.
We don’t have voluntary control over our internal organs because our brains don’t trust us enough to keep ourselves alive.
That’s fair.
i am so attracted to intelligence
your tiny hands
your crazy kitten smile