Two words:
Sylvanian Families.
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
noooooo stop
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?
my tears are valid,
my pain is valid.
You telling me that they’re not,
IS INVALID.