it's real sweet to grow old

idk but when i discover new books and music i’m just excited to be alive again. yes a bit dramatic but that’s how i feel when i discover them

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

opened the comments on a post and tumblr somehow had a half written comment already autofilled from the last time I saw that post. which was at least two years and several computers ago. what does this site's back end look like

tumblr is going to gain sentience 100 years before any fuckass genAI comes close. this site runs on mold spores.

Attempting to locate a new Greek restaraunt using my gyroscope

keep thinking about how I wrote in my dissertation about how every time a new form of public/social space emerges it's immediately popular with kids and teenagers who see it as a chance at freedom and then adults colonise it and kick them out. this happened with malls in the 80s and diners in the 50s and pool halls in the 20s. my dad was doing research on this trend in like 1975. and I was like "yeah so this is going to happen to the internet" and then five years later every government suddenly decided to ban kids from everywhere online. I hate being right especially when I don't even get paid for it

I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.

something you learn fast and necessarily when you get into the habit of writing is that you are riddled with blind assumptions, prejudices, unpractised rhetoric and all kinds of unchallenged cicada shell thoughts that were left stuck to your mode of being when bad ideas fled you. most people get to move through the world behind a kind of modesty veil that divides their internal thoughts from their external observations, but you have to take that off when you write. you have to suddenly present the whole world to itself nakedly, without the kindness of someone who can stop you mid-sentence and say "hold on, I know you, you can't possibly mean that". people are often scared to show their work to an editor in case the editor points out what they look like without their modesty veil, but god, christ, hell and heaven, you have to be more afraid of what the whole world of strangers will see if you don't let someone pick the cicada shells off you first.

obsessed with Dooley in black sails. background character for 35 episodes, then rapidly promoted to Plot Important after the silverflint divorce because toby stephens needs someone to make emmy nomination losing speeches and facial expressions against and every other possible contender is dead. overestimates his own plot importance, thinks he's going to get a good grade in being flint's partner (both normal to want and possible to achieve) by offering to kill his ex boystie (boy bestie) for him, and then dies with with most DUDE WTF??? expression anyone has ever made after being shot. rip, should know better than to get between flint and his homoerotic situationship. never stood a chance.

of course we can't forget about his equal and opposite, mr. beauclerc, who is never mentioned nor seen on-screen until 1x05 when flint places the success of a major plan in his hands. did pirate ships even have sharpshooters? can you sharpshoot with the gun technology back then? doesn't matter, because this man is the walrus' Designated Sniper. flint introduces beauclerc like he's an a-list gunman of whom we've all heard. ahh yes, the mr. beauclerc. and the best part? he lives up to the hype, no-scopes an utterly insane shot with Ye Olde Musket, and then never appears ever again.

pre hairwash melancholy

*trying to pitch public transportation to Americans* it’s like a legal form of texting while driving

problematic sudoku solving skills gap

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)