one of my favorite parts of writing is packing the text with foreshadowing and dark in-jokes that will only make sense on a much later reread

if I get one person to go OH SHIT OH FUCK WAIT in horrified realization then it’s all been worth it

I want to take a reading vacation. Is this a thing?

I want to go somewhere beautiful, stay in a cabin with gorgeous views. Wrap myself in luxurious blankets. Drink steaming coffee. And just read.

Someone: *is talking*

Me: oh. I should be processing this right now. Huh.

I drew a quick little comics essay today about a topic near and dear to my heart: horror for kids!

Or, “why some kids like to read books that scare them, and why you should let them.”

if representation doesn’t matter to you it’s probably because you’re already represented 

Programmers are the greatest browsing community (SO mostly)…We can singlehandedly save the planet.

alignment chart: bookmark edition. tag yourself i’m scrap paper

we’re getting into BOOKS again, kids. we’re out here reading BOOKS. it doesn’t matter if it’s YA lit or elementary school readers or “”great classic”” novels or comic books or even creative non-fiction. we’re reading BOOKS and we’re having FUN with it. 

But it doesn't matter...because you sanitize your hands immediately after touching it...

The top of the hand sanitizer pump must be the dirtiest thing you touch

absolutely love in school where theyre like “this child is obviously mentally ill but they get good grades so who cares”

I remember how throughout middle school - high school there was so much pressure around to be dating someone, and if you weren’t, you were a loser or deemed unattractive. Your relationship status was like a social status, and if you’ve never been in one, you’re inexperienced and missing out.

I always thought to myself, what about the work I put into my personal interests? What about the friends I build deep connections with? What about me just being capable of taking care of myself? I feel like there was a lack of emphasis of being your own self and not giving a shit about what other people are doing back in middle school / high school.

While some people may think it’s important to have had previous relationship experiences before (which yeah, it works for some people that way), there’s also nothing wrong with investing that time in yourself and your friendships, and placing yourself first ✌🏻

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I just discovered foodtimeline.org, which is exactly what it sounds like: centuries worth of information about FOOD.  If you are writing something historical and you want a starting point for figuring out what people should be eating, this might be a good place?

Me: “I can’t even remember the last time I bought a book! It’s been that long.”

The book I bought 2 days ago:

idk guys maybe we should try calling the amazon rain forest “sovereign indigenous lands” more often because i’m still seeing people talk about it like some sort of vast terra nullis where there are only animals–you know, like a colonialist

All my life I have been told that I am “too nice.” As though kindness were a finite thing, and that by spreading mine to everyone I met I was somehow wasting it.  Some have called it naivete, this persistant compassion of mine, but to say I am so callow is to ignore the path that I have walked. The world has tried to teach me cruelty, but I have dug my heels into the soil and refused to bend to its whims. Oh, there have been times where experience has been a brutal teacher. I have been taken advantage of, used for my kindness and then discarded like the peel of an orange that has been squeezed of every last drop of juice. But this will not stop me; if anything, it strengthens my resolve. So do not say that I’m naive, for I know the world is cruel. 

But that does not mean I have to be.

All my life I have been told that I am “too nice.” As though kindness were a finite thing, and that by spreading mine to everyone I met I was somehow wasting it.  Some have called it naivete, this persistant compassion of mine, but to say I am so callow is to ignore the path that I have walked. The world has tried to teach me cruelty, but I have dug my heels into the soil and refused to bend to its whims. Oh, there have been times where experience has been a brutal teacher. I have been taken advantage of, used for my kindness and then discarded like the peel of an orange that has been squeezed of every last drop of juice. But this will not stop me; if anything, it strengthens my resolve. So do not say that I’m naive, for I know the world is cruel. 

But that does not mean I have to be.