Hypothesis: if women are worse at parking, it’s only because they’ve been lied to about what eight inches is their entire lives
Do you ever start rubbing your eyes and then it feels really good and you can’t stop so it’s like eye masturbation
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story