wool. the most sensible and natural fiber. wool is hair from meaty, not very bright animals. I have hair, meat and did not excell in school, so I relate and understand this best
cotton. Cotton is made from plants, but don't be scared yet. these plants are basically small sheep for they are wooly and have hard seeds in them like how sheep are wooly and have hard bones inside them
silk. I was fairly terrorized as a child by caterpillars that made massive silk tents in mulberry trees. We came in into conflict because both of us liked to eat mulberries and climb mulberry trees and also because they liked falling out of the tree upon my person. this was distressing for me for various reasons primary amongst them was that I had been told by the wisdom of my peers that if one of them bit me I would die. anyway I believe that silk comes from caterpillars because I have seen it I have witnessed it I have lived it
linen. bizarre. have you watched videos of people turning flax into fibers? I have watched video after video of flax being transformed from plant to linen and none of it makes any sense. One moment, it's a plant and then if you comb it enough it becomes hair. utterly incomprehensibe witchcraft
PLASTIC? PLASTIC? PLAstic??????
spandex. incomprehensibe. uncontainable. might as well be string theory to me.
MAYBE YOU CANT LOVE NATURE FOR ITS INHERENTLY PREDATORY NATURE BECAUSE YOU ROMANTICIZE PASSIVE ENJOYMENT OF A PASSIVE NATURAL WORLD.
I AM BEING HUNTED BY WOLVES.
I CALL THAT ACTIVE PARTICIPATION IN THE ENVIRONMENT AND I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE.
it fucking sucks being a disabled person who can't work and having to see these fuckass posts where someone's like "ahaha jobless people have no life and that's why everyone shitty online has No Job" and everyone and their mother reblogs it joyfully onto my dash for me to see. yes unemployed and unemployable people are truly without exception dogshit people with no hobbies and no redeeming qualities. you're so right. anyway if you'll excuse me i have to start my shift at the I'll Never Be Employed Because Of Permanent Disability And I Love Knowing How You Really See Me store
mama a Body behind you š° // pt1/pt2/pt3
I just sat bolt upright in bed after realizing Itās the last supper. THE DINNER PARTY FOR THE FIFTH IS THE LAST SUPPER. Do you know how many fucking times Iāve read tlt and I just clocked this? Iām too stupid to live.
35 Portland Row
Every time I remember that Pyrrha has never seen Palamedesās face I suddenly want to jump into a trash compactor.
Iām just thinking about how many times Iāve heard my dad on a long call with an obvious scammer and Iāll start begging him to get off the phone because I always think heās a very easy mark and heāll just keep going and then after a while heāll say something like āI died 20 years agoā and hang up.
all i could think of when reading that section of The Unwanted Guest