Bonjour!

i know you said we ride at dawn but i’m not a morning person actually. can we ride after lunch

I’ve seen people try to talk about Protestant guilt or whatever but the problem with trying to define that is “Protestant” is just kind of a bag filled with vaguely non Catholic blobs and some of them are sort of Catholic anyways

Must not pick that scab off. It will not in fact get rid of the scab and just create a different scab. The scab is not done cooking yet. I am completely normal about scabs. <-gripping the edges of his chair so tightly the wood is starting to crack

I love helping everyone rediscover the fact that the opening passage of My Immortal is a parody of the opening passage of The Vampire Lestat and not just a generic exaggeration of the typical fanfic Mary Sue introduction. One of the many delightful goth kid Easter eggs the author planted for the audience.

i like my fictional men a little pathetic and a lot besotted

I saw a fucking bonkers real estate listing once where the shower in the master bathroom was at the top of a flight of stairs and had a window that overlooked the living room. That was so haunting and so surreal, Imagine the orgies occurring in that place in the 1970s. Cuck shower panopticon? Cleaning that place would have been hell on earth.

i love you archival work. i love you alphabetizing. i love you sorting. i love you reshelving. i love you document restoration. i love you shelf reading. i love you inventorying. i love you analysis. i love you archival work.

My dad has apparently had the experience now of watching one (1) k-drama and now having Netflix fill up his feed with nothing but k-dramas.

I’ve lived alone cooking for one and I’ve been the main cook in the house for several people. I’ve worked with a budget of ten dollars and I’ve worked with a weekly budget of three hundred dollars. And either way there’s just never enough freezer space somehow.