#nonfictions

[books-and-dachshunds]

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[radikalchick]

Eyes Wide Open. When I heard of what was happening in Resorts World at midnight -- Tatay knew someone who was actually there -- I freaked out, knowing full well that these pockets and instances of violence were enough for Martial Law to be declared in all of the Philippines in the past, a fear that's strengthened by a current President who cannot get his story straight about why he declared it in all of Mindanao, and even just in Marawi, when the military did NOT advise it, and didn't think it necessary. In the morning, the story about what happened last night has been downgraded to the narrative of a lone gunman wanting to steal casino chips, and one can't help but wonder if the fact that we all had the creeping suspicion that it would be used to declare Martial Law in Luzon, and our ability to articulate it, might have kept it from being used as an excuse for exactly that. It could all of course be our paranoia: but at least it's borne of a very clear sense of history and Marcos' #MartialLaw Playbook. It would do us all well to keep that in mind. 📷 taken at @ditosakanto, off the last exhibit of @mideo_m_cruz. #Duterte #Marcos #fictions #nonfictions

[karrakazz]

things i am expecting to happen on my birthday:

i will be given an escort of 2 to 4 rottweiler puppies for the day. they are allowed wherever i go, and are to be treated as if it is also their birthday

one of those #1 beer drinker hats like from that episode of spongebob

zero-tolerance for negative judgements re: my food and clothing choices. if i wanna wear my full-head alien mask and drink chef boyardee tomato sauce straight from the can thru a straw THAT IS MY RIGHT

enthusiastic and sincere and appropriately worshipful offers of no-strings-attached cunnilingus from at least three people i hate, which i will turn down with a gentle, superior smirk adn delicate, laconic phrasing.

book deal

movie deal for books produced from book deal

i run into jason momoa, and he tells me my hair looks nice 

at the stroke of midnight, a representative from my home dimension FINALLY arrives to escort me back to my rightful place in the multiverse, as queen of the underworld/well-regarded speakeasy proprietor 

[spoon-fork]

so annie's reading Landslide while im rereading TIF and just, god,

“Eating alone, then?” Liam says. Yes, so alone, oh God, couldn’t be more alone if I tried, he thinks, but he can’t say that. He’s already standing in the freezer section in his sadness hoodie. He doesn’t need to give Liam any more evidence that he doesn’t actually have a life. “No,” he lies. “Right,” Liam says, shaking his head. “I’m sure you’ve got plans.” “No,” Zayn says quickly, panicking, “I haven’t got plans with anybody.” Liam stares at him for a moment, furrowing his brow, and Zayn wonders how hard he’d have to smash his own head into the freezer door to cause instant death. The universe must have other plans for his demise, though, because Liam just claps him on the shoulder. “That’s really profound, mate. Not having plans doesn’t mean you’re alone. No man is an island, I get it.” He nods to himself, looking moved.

[spoon-fork]

I was thinking about the precise type of friendship I would want to have with Louis, especially considering how little in common I think we would actually have, and I realized that I wish he were my childhood best friend. Some neighbor kid I grew up with because our moms were friends, who I had play dates with and watched episodes of Power Rangers with after school, who somehow became a constant fixture in my life despite our interests not really aligning.

I remember making a post one time about having an intense image of him driving up in a shitty car with like, Blink-182 blasting and a bunch of old cans spilling out when he opened his door to pick me up to go to the beach, and so I'm inserting that into this narrative. Be my childhood best friend, Louis. Be the Marty to my Jules à la Cabin in the Woods, Louis. Grow apart from me in high school then independently decide to go to the same university as me and move to a new city with me, Louis. Help me be the best person I can possibly be, Louis.