21. Student of Bath. British. Northern blood. Loves rocks and fossils. Likes Tea and Coffee and a good book. I occasionally make witty comments about the state of things but I mostly don't do that and instead reblog geese.
I just opened an Etsy shop! I’m pretty new to this so it is a little bare, but I’m open to suggestions if anyone would like to buy other work of mine that isn’t up there right now : ) Likewise if you’d like a print and you live somewhere not listed as a delivery option drop me a message and let me know!
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.