i went to my right-wing parents’ house where they’re treating their illnesses with anti-parasitic goo & drinking raw milk. that’s how my thanksgiving was.

see that’s why i had high hopes - she’s scrappy and was rescued from a little rural colony. she hunts bugs, stalks us & the dog, and…is apparently a lover of rodents. 🥲

you were right tho. as a poet, i should not have a driver’s license (or a job) & should actually be a soft glowing orb that travels through the ether on radio waves/the pull of the moon.

haha well it makes me feel like they think i’m immature 🥲