life needs things to live

sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar

i love the part of making art where you feel like you need to go missing

there’s a friday ass vibe about this wednesday boys keep your wits about you

(to the tune of mary had a little lamb): mary had a little lamb

Why don’t we let the guy whose every plan could be reasonably construed as an abstract suicide attempt take a crack at it

they should make a sleep that feels like you’ve slept

it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible

and yet they keep making movies with the hopes that one day humanity will discover a way to watch them. it's so inspiring

being an everything crafter is great but also sucks. like i want to get my watercolors out but i need to put away my microcrochet first. i want to do some leatherwork but my oil paints are on the table. i want to whittle but i'm using the bucket i catch wood shavings in to hold my papermaking mush. i want to write my book but my hands are too busy knitting a sweater. i want to code another video game but i'm too busy studying nalebinding. do you see my problem. the problem is that i need more hands

Am reading PHM after seeing and loving the film and I'm realizing that it is an academic's fantasy of getting kidnapped into your dream job with, oh no, all the resources and funding and exciting important space adventures! It's like fifty shades for asexual researchers

they say you can't pour from an empty cup but i've been doing it my whole life and aside from all of these mysterious ailments it's working out great for me

science enthusiasts LOOVE making media where a humble academic is abducted by the authorities and forced to go on a cool alien adventure against their will. it's like cnc for them

I can smell the poison in my goblet but I lowkey don't even care anymore

if I get murdered or something and there's a documentary about it and people talk about how I used to "light up the room" know that they are lying. I have never lit up a room. I don't even like turning lights on. I probably enjoyed being murdered too

I am doing whatever the opposite of locked in is .

I am locked out. I am in the parking lot. The rain is coming.

They should invent a way to sit hunched over doing crafts that is Good for your body

every $30 purchase is like a razor sharp arrow stuck firmly in my muscular wearwolf back