are genetically engineered in a facility.
and I was like, yes.
Back then, this was all cornfields, and town was a mile that way. You could go out with a nickel, buy two loaves of bread, and still have money left over for war bonds, because Roosevelt was in charge back then, and we’d all
A candle stick telephone.
Don’t get all up in my grill about it, I think they’re cool.
It’s not really goodbye after-all.
Sitting under my Christmas lights watching the making of Lord of the Rings- The Appendices, Part Four: The Battle for Middle Earth Begins. Painting things that are sentimental to me and most likely worthless to others, and every so often glancing anxiously at the sky wondering if my boyfriend will be falling out of it during his helicopter flight lesson this afternoon. Waiting for ground confirmation so I can breathe again.