i wish i had a window seat with lots of pillows that i could sit in and drink tea and read books in and watch the rain in

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i wish i had a window seat with lots of pillows that i could sit in and drink tea and read books in and watch the rain in
Do it scared but please don't do it hungry. Please don't do it dehydrated. It's gonna make it so much scarier. Please.
writing a letter like writing a kindergarten paper. today i went on a walk. i love flowers. i’ve been feeling bad sometimes. okay i love you forever bye <3
When I was in college, I got my first tattoo. Not long after, a guy who sat behind me in one of my classes tapped me on the shoulder and told me that he'd seen my tattoo online, being made fun of as an example of "dumb shit fandom girls do." I'm not a girl, mind you (I'm nonbinary), but to a bunch of people online I was a "stupid girl who got a stupid tattoo for a dumb fandom."
Anyway, the guy from my class was really nice about it--he apologized for having to tell me bad news, and gave me the contact info for the guy who posted it so I could ask for it to be taken down.
Now, the tattoo in question? It's a bird. It's not actually a fandom tattoo, it just coincidentally looks vaguely like a bit of symbolism from a fandom that was popular at the time I got it. But it was enough to unleash a firestorm of "look at this stupid girl with her stupid cringe tattoo" comments.
(Even if it WAS a fandom tattoo...who gives a shit??? It's my body and my tattoo and I don't really give a shit what strangers think.)
The misogyny of my body being put online and circulated for mockery without my consent really fucked me up at the time. I felt awful. I was mortified. I was scared more people would recognize me from the post and give me shit. It sucked so bad.
So I just kinda think you're a fucking douchebag if you participate in tattoo shaming for anything that isn't, like, a blatant hate symbol. I don't really care if you think it's tasteless, or cringe, or badly done, or whatever other justification.
It's jackass behavior.
u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then
France: hundreds of years with baguette -- DID NOT INVENT BANH MI
Vietnam: less than 100 years with baguette -- INVENTED BANH MI
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It is actually really funny when people see my scalp tattoo and instantly perceive me as this big tough badass.
It's flowers and mushrooms. There is a big daffodil on my head. But people don't take that in at first, they just see "scalp tattoo" and go, "oh shit, hardcore."
When I got it done, there was a group of grizzled old tough-guy bikers in the front room of the parlor, watching one of their guys get tattooed. They all crowded around me to ooh and ahh and clap me on the back when they saw me come out of the back room with new scalp ink. Huge dudes, all thrilled to pieces, so excited to complement me on my flowers. It was so endearing. One of them even showed me a rose he'd gotten to honor his mom.
I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”
Three things:
I am glad that in 2026 I find out about twitter from tumblr.
I did not "dance around" the manic pixie dream girl. I sought to write books exposing the dangerous lie that a person is more than a person. The romanticization (mostly by boys) of the Romantic Other is extremely dangerous, and that was a central theme of my first two books. If people read them as MPDG books, then I failed at my first and most fundamental task and I'm sorry.
I did not build the hospital. Nerdfighteria paid for a hospital that Sierra Leoneans built. We paid for the hospital partly through Hank and I donating money, but mostly thanks to the thousands of people who pay for the hospital every month and my brother's stupid but brilliant idea to create Netflix For Socks.
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when you think about it a rollercoaster is probably safer than a car. i mean you crash any vehicle going over 60mph and youre likely to be gravely injured so id rather be in one thats stuck in a tested loop and not driven by my road-rage prone mother. this is why im about to make a bold new proposition for public transport,
Being on a regular eating schedule is nice except for the one time you forget your snack and you turn into a cranky toddler who wants their applesauce
you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling
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Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller
Making "oog. Waugh. 🥺" kinds of noises after being reminded of a very basic fact about blorbo I already knew