It’s too cold for angels to fly…..
Twitter went weird places this afternoon. All I have learned today is that clarity is hard, but honey badgers are surprisingly easy, and some day I should do a children’s book featuring honey badgers named Harry and Henrietta.
And then this sort of happened. (Henrietta is the one on the right.)
Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
the moon that lingered over london town — poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown. how could he know we two were so in love the whole darn world seemed upside down?
a nightingale sang in berkeley square (mindy smith version)
imma wrap you up in blankets and bury you in kitties when you get here so you can never leave just fyi
I love you so much I’m kicking myself for not just like taking several weeks off or moving in and never leaving ugh
You might have to pry me off your couch to get me to leave (it’ll never happen)