Just A Man Trying To Drown Himself In Fiction

fuuuck I could use a mysterious benefactor right now

save me, rice mixed with some bullshit

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.

You can lie when you name things

8 hours of decent sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a beautiful horse and i will never die'

2 hours of bad sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a stranded whale and i need to be covered in dynamite in an ill-advised attempt to clear the beach'

women in GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums)

doesn't it piss you off that you have to find something to eat every single day. every one of them. just every day. you gotta eat something

they love me because I be saying shit like alas and perchance

last night I said 'how fortuitous' unironically

The core conceit of Lord of the Rings is pretty funny. You are a twenty three year old in a suburb of Maine. The little bracelet in your grandpa’s attic has an inscription on it that is the password to the world’s entire nuclear arsenal. It is up to you to walk to the only hydraulic press in the world, located in Arizona, before the FBI finds the bracelet, kills you, and enslaves the suburb of Maine you currently live in

No this is book accurate

just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one

We Are the Daughters of the Microbes Who Could Survive in an Oxygen-rich Atmosphere

guy who's having gauzy idealized wife flashbacks for the whole adventure but it turns out she isn't dead or anything he just really misses her and wants to get home