Peter Capaldi, photograph by Damon Winter for The New York Times
Remember the 50’s, the good old days? Neighborhoods were safe to walk at night, men were men and women were women, the long summer days never seemed to end and you could walk hand in hand with your best gal into the local space-time anomaly and never be seen again.
I am reading an essay called Male-Male Desire in Pharaonic Egypt (by Alex Clayden) which is actually pretty good
I just need to draw attention to this little gem of a pick-up line
Attention, followers: you now know how to write “nice ass” in hieroglyphics.
all i ever wanted out of life tbh