So many things to say about this, I don’t know where to start. I think putting it here for a more skilled wordsmith might be best.
Gender specifics aside, don’t sell me shit with instructions. Legos, Lincoln Logs, booze; sell it in bulk and let imagination run its course. Even Matchbox tracks. Dig holes, stack shit, douse it in simple syrup till it’s diabetic. Let’s make mistakes.
(Source: mattsbrickgallery, via pocketcuntents)