I don't give a lot of relationship advice, but if you go to a girl's house and she's got a pressure cooker full of knives, a house that doesn't obey perspective, and a variety of objects that are simultaneously concave and convex, ***do not stay the night.***
But man, that one night was worth my name and my heart, but now I must palely loiter among the sedge that has withered by the lake where no birds sing.
The more I think about it the more fAI seemed inevitable
Like all the warnings we have in our culture about giving your identity to the fae or making wishes to genies or pushing your golems or inviting in vampires is all a universal subconscious warning against "the beings from latent space"
It's unfortunate because I am a big fan of objects that are simultaneously concave and convex, but pressure cookers full of knives are one of the objects I try to keep a minimum safe distance from
The "crackers" might be weird: I think she's preparing a tray of assorted hors-d'oeuvres, and she has placed the serving tray on a cold flat surface stove in order to look cute for the photo. Because it's sitting on the stove, the tray has morphed into a frying-pan-like curved plate.
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Right?...
I'll go home to my family tomorrow
… I can't remember their faces I can't remember my home I CANT REMEMBER MY NA
Like all the warnings we have in our culture about giving your identity to the fae or making wishes to genies or pushing your golems or inviting in vampires is all a universal subconscious warning against "the beings from latent space"
Magic fairy turned my dick inside out.