my husband just said "the clock of my life started when i met you" and then started kicking ball around the house like it wasnt the most romantic thing that anyone has ever said to anyone something something
Oil is the most Lovecraftian thing that actually exists. You're telling me that there's a black ichor under the earth, made from the ancient dead, whose burning can realize all the dreams of man but only at the price of slowly returning the earth to its primordial state?