something so intimate about handmade stuff, handmade bread, handmade presents, or handwritten letters, in general intimacy and tenderness are stored in hands, in holding hands and playing with each other’s fingers, warming each other’s hands…
i learned that there’s a Japanese beetle that when eaten by a frog will haul ass through its digestive system and escape out the back end unscathed (x)
you eat me and i perfectly dodge all of your digestive enzymes and stomach acid and i sprint out your asshole fully intact
