*lying in bed with my wife*
her: honey you seem to have something on your mind
me: no sweetheart i’m fine
her: are you sure?
me: yes i’m sure. good to sleep
my mind:
God: let there be light
Moths:
I love the implication that moths somehow existed prior to the creation of the universe
jonathan from queer eye turning up in skirts and jumpsuits and off the shoulder tops and french braids in front of crusty old straight american men…braver than any us marine