How relationships work:
I like your butt.
However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too.
But your butt is my favourite butt. It’s the nicest butt. Because it’s mine. And I can touch it.
“being a mom is tough” *puts groceries on counter and sighs with a smile* “that’s why i sold my kids”
The fact that there are animals that can see colors that I can’t, which means that there are colors that exist that are literally impossible for me to envision, is such fucking bullshit that I want to rip open a couch and eat it.