Indigenous peoples of the great plains should've never told white people about tornadoes. "I don't know man that shit never happened before you showed up"

i think this pretty much sums it up.

i could go more in depth, but i’m not going to

been a minute since i posted here :> some quick life updates

i got into a creative writing mfa!! i'll be moving halfway across the country in a few months, which is still hard to believe but omg im excited

i bought a car earlier in the year, vroom vroom

downloaded hinge but atm there's no point in dating since im about to move. clown moment but we live we learn we laugh we love

i need to get back to writing fr bro...

that's mostly it? idk??? im here. living life. going to my day job and making my little purchases for retail therapy.

1. a couple months ago a publicist invited me to a concert and i accepted her invite and she said she’d add my name to the guest list. the night of the concert i was feeling a little tired and not entirely up for walking all the way to the venue and standing around listening to a band i’d never heard of. but then, as i was making dinner, i thought, “why don’t you pretend this is a date night with bill hader?” i realize this is an insane person thing to think. i do often go to concerts with friends; i am not in the habit of pretending bill hader is accompanying me to concerts. but that night i did put on the band’s album and pretend that bill hader was dancing around the kitchen with me while i cooked. and then i pretended that bill hader threw his arm around me on the walk to the venue and walked slower than usual because he’s taller and his paces are longer than mine. then i got to the venue. and i told the lady in the ticket booth that i was on the guest list. and i gave her my name. and she handed me two tickets, and she said, “here, for you and your plus one.” i was all alone in front of the box office. there was no one else around. at no point leading up to this had the publicist mentioned giving me a plus one. i laughed a little to myself at the idea of Imaginary Bill Hader being given his own ticket and then i went inside.

2. on the way home from acting class tonight, a long walk in the cold, i came upon a diner lit in warm golden hues, and i hadn’t eaten all day, and it looked irresistible, so i went inside. “for one,” i said, and the hostess said, “do you want to eat at the bar?” and i said, “no thanks, could i sit at a table?” and i was ushered to a table for two. it was a pretty busy night and i was kind of self-conscious about being the only person eating alone so i was like, “well okay i’ll just imagine i’m on a date with bill hader again haha.” and so i sat there and enjoyed some very good sweet potato ravioli with chestnut-cream sauce, and what was perhaps the best cheesecake i’d ever eaten in my life, all the while imagining bill hader seated in the empty chair across from me. and then at the end of the meal, my waitress came and cleared away my dessert plate, and she looked at me, and then she looked at the empty chair, and then she looked back at me, and then she said, “are you paying separate or together?” again, the other seat was empty. i had been sitting at this table fully by myself for the entire duration of the meal. the waitress had come by the table perhaps five or six times over the course of the hour, seeing me completely alone. and i said, “sorry?” and she said, “separate or together?” and i said, “…together?” and she said, “cool, do you need the machine?” and i said, “yes” and she brought the machine over and i paid, because my dinner companion, despite apparently being visible to my waitress, was imaginary bill hader. 

this is the funniest thing I’ve seen in any review ever

More trout today!

Every now and again I think of this Sarah tweet and just stare into the middle distance.

american leftists seem extremely focused on anti imperialism (good) but rarely- if at all- discuss decolonization in their own fucking country, despite acknowledging that it is a settler colonial state.

a gentle fact about this world is that people will want to help you. a cruel fact about it is that you do have to put on your big boy pants and open their contact on your phone and say some human words to ask them for it

while not an actual action item for the general strike, you could also find some Palestinian recipes to cook. Part of the attempted erasure of Palestinian identity has been Israeli appropriation of recipes/foods. (And some pan-Arab foods too)

"let women date men" "let women shave" "let women wear makeup" "let women be housewives" "let women get married young" "girl math" "why do women have to work? I would rather stay at home!" "why did feminists want women to work because I don't want to" "normalise women staying at home raising the kids" "why I dropped out of school to get married!!"

my uncle's sweet greyhound Joey, sketched from life as he chilled in his giant bed by the dining table.

Caran d'Ache Neocolor pastels on bristol paper.

Call me mRNA because AUG AGA GGG UUU UUC AUG GUG GGA UGA

the scary part of bed time is having to go to the bed but once youre there its kind of epic

santa deniers on science-mas eve hearing charles darwin evolving down the chimney

It's normal to be alone and not have a sex life in your mid 20s. It's normal to have missed out on dating and love growing up and it's normal to go through school and college without anyone being interested in you and it's normal that your parents met at your age and it wasn't either of their first relationship and it's normal to be so lonely and touch starved it hurts to breathe

The tiger He destroyed his cage Yes YES The tiger is out

"The Tiger" by Nael, Age 6

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