flags flappin in Manhattan
new dorp, new york
gargoyles gargling oil
peak of the empire, top of the rock
raccoon dad comes home and dumps trash on the table. raccoon kids are like “trash again??? youre the best dad ever” raccoon moms like “no trash until you finish ur trash”
I used to worry about having my shit together, having some collective direction in my life was something I deemed important. Recently I realized that having your shit together is a relative thing, and even better yet it’s imminently plausible that nobody in this world has their shit together.