yesterday I was walking through my neighborhood when a squirrel fell out of a tree onto the grass right next to me. the grass seemed to cushion his fall bc he immediately got up and scurried back up the tree after a half second of mutual embarrassment.
your cousin Vinny retweeted
too late, i have already depicted myself as 6 orderly barn owls and you as 4 shambolic kestrels
and you would think a short stroll in the woods or park followed by coffee would be perfect for a self-described “forest gnome,” but most of them HATE being outdoors
just remembered that after charlie got kirked a bunch of bozos on here took pictures of themselves getting his favorite starbucks order (completely gay and baffling): hot mint tea





























