used to love eggs, but i have slowly been growing more and more aware of the egginess of eggs
and when making omelettes/scrambled eggs—just the look of the egg snot is making my stomach churn
honestly what a loss
more of a recent fave than an all-time fave, but it’s a quick, funny, heartbreaking missive from a mountain lion who lives in the Hollywood hills that stretches the idea of “queer novel” very far. i love it.