"He was frightfully old and forgot things very easily. One dark autumn morning he woke up and had forgotten what his name was. It’s a little sad when you forget other people’s names but it’s lovely to be able to completely forget your own."
-Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November
girls thoughts: look at that dog, look at that mirror, fuk im not small enough, why didnt my mum let me paint my fingernails hot pink when i was 6, is the sun sentient
guys thoughts: barbecue