One of our office fish died today. His name was Wedge, named after Wedge Antilles, and he was my fish. I normally wouldn’t have gotten a fish from Walmart, but his little plastic bowl was half empty and the water was so dirty, I couldn’t tell what color he was. I seriously considered stealing him. But I knew I couldn’t leave him there. 

I’m honestly surprised he lasted this long, given the condition he was in when I found him. But he was a tough, hardy little thing. 

I’ll miss him. 

lesbianshepard:

if an archaeologist says an artifact was probably for “ritual purposes” it means “i have no fuckin clue”

but if they say it was for “fertility rituals” they mean “i know exactly what it was for but i dont want to say ‘ancient dildo’”

@aestheticsbecomeethics I felt the need to tag you in this for some reason.Â