never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
I want someone to make one of these new sterile teen gay romance shows on Netflix but halfway through they pull a Doki Doki Literature Club and it turns into a fucked up fourth wall breaking psychological thriller that deconstructs the heteronormative and middle class ideals of the genre
Pigeons don’t know how to make sturdy nests. Their ancestors, European Rock Doves, live in areas with scarce building materials. This makes those wild birds put less effort into building nests, which has passed along to the pigeons. Basically they just need a few twigs to keep the eggs from rolling off.