The Diverse Causes

We are in a cell of civilised magic.
Stravinsky Roars at breakfast. Our Milk Is Powdered.

i’m doomed!

gilding-the-lily:

the awkward moment when your mother discovers that your finished the bottle of wine from dinner.

“do you do that alot?” she asks.

“no,” i reply stubbornly, lying through my teeth. 

Usually it’s the box, innit?

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