oof

Sudden wave of an immense love for humanity has hit me once again…

Yeah…

i think love is about finding people to be in the kitchen with

Being the village freak isn't easy but someones gotta do it

okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable and sleep has made you forget all your worries and you go back to sleep feeling as content as ever.

So many languages so little brain

Concept: me, spending time with my closest friends. We’re all in the kitchen while I’m cooking dinner, my apartment is cozy and it smells delicious. It’s raining outside and we’re all laughing, with no stress. 

“when you, Americans, weren’t even in God’s mind. Ciao.”

Joni Mitchell, kinda glam, 1974, by Henry Diltz

The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages

I wish it were like 1998 and instead of a blog I had a small local radio show you all called into and we talked about nothing together