Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
He was not happy, he was not sad.
He was just, merely, tired.
O y a s u m i . . . (2/2)
reblog this if you are a sack of flesh with temporary consciousness on a tiny rock flying through space
best post on tumblr.com so far
Yo poser is the best insult