S'on i est c'on hors en isse

[ID. two photos of sculptures made from slices of sourdough, pads of butter and bits of cucumber. the first photo shows a bed with a potted plant next to it and a chair, desk and computer in the background. the bed uses butter (and possibly a slice of similarly colored cheese) for the pillow and blanket and the plant uses part of a cucumber for the pot with thin strands poking out on top. the second photo focuses on the computer setup where the butter acts as the monitor screen there's another small cucumber plant. end ID.]

The OBSESSION with identity is so crazy like the view that when you do something it immediately becomes part of your identity and all the parts of you have to click together to become “person who wakes up early” or “person who reads” no you can literally just do something without restructuring your whole performance of personhood around it. I don’t know what to tell you except that you will never be able to have an entirely unfractured view of yourself or that you will be able to rationalize all the complex parts of yourself into the phrase “person who x” like you should just be doing things without performing them. Or aestheticizing them. Just try different things on and keep what works for you. Otherwise you will never learn and grow!

I love the word "beeline." youre in such a hurry youre doing bug movement

theres ALWAYS a relevant XKCD for everything huh

Im glad they made up romance for stories and music but can you imagine how scary it would be to deal with all that for real

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

I think it’s normal for people to be mad at each other sometimes even if they’re close friends or family or intimate with each other. Like I think that’s a normal and healthy part of relationships that can happen sometimes

“Why were you on Mad At Me island” because at the time I was mad at you and yet our friendship has weathered that without trouble

I went to Mad At You island because my feelings are my problem. I needed to stomp down the beach until I could sit and watch the sunrise. I built a sandcastle and did some thinking. Then I boarded the good ship You Matter To Me and sailed it all the way to meet you on the Let’s Talk Shore of I Love You Island.