it’s so fluffy I’m gonna die
Googling pictures of Knut the polar bear now as I try to figure out how to analyze the interior of Sylvia Plath’s and Anne Frank’s houses, with Mom sitting next to me and agreeing that Knut is cute as !@#$%^& but reminding me that “he’s dead” with every few photos and then when I show her one of him grown-up, she says, “Is that how he looked like when he died?”
Mom can you not please I could do without the morbidity
Anyway here is a picture of knut for anyone having a bad day
If I had to be a song, I would be something slow and haunting by Lana Del Rey with a title that makes little sense to anyone like “Terrence Loves You”.