there's something in the water

I genuinely love when a story makes up its own fable and then has current events within the story explicitly parallel the in-universe fable. The story I made up is just like the story I made up 🤯

affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them

arts degrees r so funny because you go in class and theyre like What Is A Poem? we dont know for sure... and then moral of the story is we don't know what a poem is. and then the worst part of it is that theyre right

like, do I think andy "I don't do politics" "socially liberal fiscally conservative" weir was knowingly and deliberately doing queer gender things with eridians? no, and it would feel especially absurd to say that when the contemporary scifi novel scene is so full of authors who are doing queer gender things on purpose. I think what's happening here is that weir is competent enough to make his characters gnc agender intersex gay men by accident as a result of being committed to worldbuilding an alien species that feels genuinely alien in its social and physical norms, which is the opposite tack to the "how do I create a scifi allegorical representation of an already existing human queer experience" approach that a lot of other authors take. and I can't say I don't enjoy the idea of a gay little he/they genderless rock spouse with a tomboy name who according to the movie apparently works in aquatic habitat maintenance.

i'm no david lynch but I know peak when I see it, twin

The amount of hamlet your teenager can recite is in direct correlation to their deteriorating mental health. To be or not to be is a warning sign but if they're doing rogue and peasant slave too it's time seek help

jordan hennessy is such a character of all time. in another life where i can’t remember the pains of youth i do it all right. and i’m always afraid that that version of me pities the me i am, and would rather leave me behind. like hello. can anyone hear me.

tfw you create a clone of yourself and make her exactly the same with all your memories except for everything to do with your mother and she’s perfect and a better artist than you and falls in love easily with a man you can’t even find interesting. and the only thing holding her down is you, because she will only be awake as long as you are alive. she will die if you die. and she’s you, but she’s not, because you are the person with black gunk leaking from every orifice who can’t sleep without putting everything in danger. and it didn’t really bother you when you lived out of each other’s pockets but now that she has interests you don’t share and a life outside of you you are left to confront how your life outside of her is pretty fucking bleak. and that’s hennessy