Me, eating Apple slices with my rats in the dark: were a lot alike you and i. We eat we sleep we live trapped in our comfort zones never doing anything more than the usual. Your cage is physical you have an excuse but me? What stops me from getting up and leaving all that I know? Nothing but social obligation. But you seem satisfied in your space, to climb your walls and rest and shit and eat. Perhaps there is wisdom in that.
My rats, eating apples with me in the dark : crunchcrunchcrunch crunchcrumch crunchcrunchcrunch
it really is next to impossible to write realistic sibling dialogue, I just passed my brother on the stairs and instead of greeting each other like human beings I said ‘born survivor’ and he said ‘youtube rewind. let’s set it to rewind.’ like you ain’t gonna find that shit in a novel
aw man writing siblings is so wild because sometimes you just can’t portray it
me and my little brother don’t even greet each other - if we pass each other on the stairs or in the corridor, we jump into ridiculous fight stances then feign karate chopping and slapping each other (stopping just before we make contact) whilst making “HIIIYA” and “POW” noises for a solid 30 seconds, then silently walk off and continue what we were doing
and then sometimes he’ll either just do the Had To Do It To ‘Em pose when I enter the room or dab as a greeting
exactly! I have three younger brothers and the original post was just about the oldest, the middle one and me usually do some kind of elaborate dab also, and a lot of the time when I see the youngest I just yell his name like a wrestling commentator…siblings have a different language
my twin brother and I just point at each other like that spider-man meme if we see each other at school
