And we'll turn our eyes to the exploding skies and wonder who will become of you

[sovay]

I know that what I really need a brick of money to fall out of the sky for is rent and food and the extortionate cost of having a physical embodiment in America, but Adam Bolivar sent me a link and what I really want £300 for is a floral waistcoat. Also this shirt.

(I am internet-scarce for reasons of not sleeping and pain, but I am filing shallowness under self-care.)

Comments

[radiantfracture]

I mean, I am in for a vest fundraiser. Auctioning of sartorial poetry? Beautiful things allow us to dream.

[sovay]

I mean, I am in for a vest fundraiser. Auctioning of sartorial poetry? Beautiful things allow us to dream.

Oh, God. That's so kind. I am at the moment deeply sleep-deprived and can't even think about running something like that, but thank you for thinking of it.

[radiantfracture]

Hm, that was a bit silly and thoughtless of me. Sorry, I didn't mean to raise the horrifying spectre of more life administration.

[sovay]

Sorry, I didn't mean to raise the horrifying spectre of more life administration.

You don't need to apologize. It wasn't silly.