Jan 11, 2025
I found a book dedicated to tumblr. It was published in 2014.
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I found a book dedicated to tumblr. It was published in 2014.
My parents were married when they had me, just to different people. That's the way I open every story when I'm asked about my childhood. I was a child of passion! A happy little accident. Or, put another way, I was born of sin: a mistake in human form, a bomb aimed perfectly to blow up both my parents' lives.
Dirtbag, Massachusetts by Isaac Fitzgerald
Dirtbag, Massachusetts by Isaac Fitzgerald
A drawing of the super dope author Isaac Fitzgerald.
prismacolor, 4x6”
Things That Help Keep Me (mostly) ‘Fine and Great’
Sam & Elijah’s perplexed faces as they play Name the Fictional Detective:
Sam getting a right answer:
and Isaac Fitzgerald’s immediate reaction:
bonus:
When the whaling industry began to fall apart, many of the whalers moved west to California, hoping to find their fortune. I mention this only because before they met each other, both of my parents did the same: moved to California, looking for a better life. But both returned to the East Coast without discovering whatever kind of gold it was that they'd been seeking. Years later, believing I was the first in my family to do so, I would do the same. Only to find that in an attempt to escape my parents' shadows I had simply been following their stained and tattered map.
From Dirtbag, Massachusetts: A Confessional by Isaac Fitzgerald
People are not starfish. To truly help involves so much more complexity than the simple motion of picking up a starfish and throwing it into the sea.
But the answer is not to do nothing, at least that’s what I’ve come to believe. You might take longer to consider and investigate and learn than I did, and you might choose differently from me, and ultimately you might still forever feel an overwhelming unease about what you’re doing. There are many ways to help, many ways to hurt, and many ways to do both, but there is no way to be perfect. The blinding clarity of the sword and the shield is marvelous and bracing, but I could never truly accept it.
Dirtbag, Massachusetts by Isaac Fitzgerald
Dirtbag, Massachusetts by Isaac Fitzgerald