whenever one of my more popular mutuals reblogs a post of mine and then it immediately starts getting notes I feel like I’m a poor victorian street urchin singing a sad little song on the street with my patched up old cap upturned on the ground just hoping for passerbys to drop tuppence into it and a wealthy older gentleman with a cane and a top hat has just stopped to listen to me for a few minutes whilst thoughtfully puffing on his pipe and stroking his beard and then after I finish my song he ruffles my hair and tells me I’ve done good and drops a ten pound note into my cap and I exclaim with disbelief and delight and say are you quite sure sir why that’s enough to keep my family fed for a week or more and we’ve had naught but boiled water for tea and supper ever since mama passed on of consumption and papa lost his job at the factory he just smiles quietly dons his top hat and winks mysteriously at me and then continues on his way while I run to the market as fast as I can to buy potatoes and bread
i love reblogging a post and adding in the tags like ‘literally’ or 'real’ or 'so true’ or 'yeah’ by god i am adding nothing substantial to the conversation but also im writing the most important commentary to ever grace the earth
they say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but it’s cool to the paw - try it. they say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now it’s fully detachable - see? they say our tree may never grow back, but one day, something will. yes, these crackles are made of synthetic goose and these giblets come from artificial squab and even these apples look fake - but at least they’ve got stars on them. i guess my point is, we’ll eat tonight, and we’ll eat together. and even in this not particularly flattering light, you are without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals i’ve ever met in my life. so let’s raise our boxes - to our survival.
