IN WEALD AND WOE

Put an egg in your ramen. Put scallions in your ramen. Put chili oil in your ramen. Put kewpie Mayo in your ramen. But nori in your ramen. Put tofu in your ramen. Put miso paste in your ramen. Put mushrooms in your ramen.

No.

an author i love just tweeted about how “big joy and small joy are the same” and how she was just as content the other night eating chocolate and cuddling her dog as she was on her Big Trip to new york and honestly. i think that’s it. this morning i was listening to an audiobook while baking shortbread in my joggers and i realised i really didn’t care what Big Things happened in my future as long as i could keep baking and reading at the weekend and maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff and see everything else as a bonus.

found it - she was replying to this thread that starts “unpopular opinion: i don’t think your life has to have a purpose, or you a grand ambition; i think it’s okay to just wander through life finding interesting things until you die” and i for one think that’s fucking brilliant

NEVER LET YOURSELF BE STOPPED BY WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE IF YOU STARTED EARLIER!!!!! THE ONLY TIME WE HAVE IS NOW

if you're running out of ideas for your blog, eat a postberry

“everyone is mad at me and they just won’t tell me” —> “no one has said anything about being mad at me and i haven’t done anything to warrant being mad at so if someone is silently fuming about me and not saying anything that’s their problem and actually quite weird of them and i can effortlessly move on with my life”

this took SUCH a huge deal of unlearning because, like so many of you, i came out of a home where being quietly in trouble WAS the default state, and i DID grow up not just with the assumption but borderline religious conviction that Everyone Is Mad At Me, I Am Bad, I Must Exist In A Constant State of Attempting to Pacify The Natural Rage I Inspire In Everyone. and no it actually turns out that my family are the freaks . and yours are too

the confidence to insist something exists entirely outside politics is itself a political stance btw

scifi/fantasy rpg: Yeah so when you go outside settlements there are Plunderers. These are like fully-grown human beings whose only purpose in life is to attack people who travel between settlements. This lifestyle is somehow sustainable enough that there's more of them than there are friendly NPCs

Where do Plunderers live? Well in Plunderer Camps, which are often quite permanent-looking settlements, but like. Don't think too hard about why this entire group of people is just considered intrinsically criminal with no attempts to even try diplomacy or trade with them.

Anyway I was playing Baldur's Gate 1 and there's a quest where a paladin asks you to collect "Bandit" scalps. These are dropped by everyone in the Intrinsic Category of Bandit. Which really struck me as particularly shameless about this whole thing.

white people you don’t need to say you’re white when you reblog this btw. you don’t even need to mention it btw

what did dads even do before wd-40

two million people starving to death because it's geopolitically convenient and we're all expected to go about our day normally like the casual cruelty on display for the past two years has been so insane to me like i'm not even trying to make a point it's just truly something i can't wrap my mind around

i love when i share what seems to me like basic entry-level critical self-awareness advice with other people and they react like i'm a terrifyingly transgressive but tempting corrupting influence. i really missed my calling as one of those villains who are unimpeachably ideologically correct but undermined by a personal deficiency of character that makes them hideously unattractive to anyone more socially adept.

do it scared do it stupid do it alone etc etc but don’t do it hungry. eat a snack first

Love people as if they were cats, in their character and their independance, without trying to dominate them, without trying to change them, let them come when they please, be glad for their happiness.