asked one of my coworkers how she's doing today and she goes "could be better, could be worse," and another coworker nearby who was eavesdropping chimes in with "could be a lil bit o' alligator curse!" i have no idea what he meant by that but i do know that it has been immediately added to the lexicon.

bri'ish food is nothing special but every time i walk into the local fish n chip place i ask for a medium and they hand me a parcel of vinegar soaked fries so thick i struggle to carry it home with two hands. they look me in the eye and know theyve given me enough potato to feed me for a week. and for what. like 4 quid. you gotta respect the quantity over quality approach of it sometimes.

i like how all cats regardless of species can either look rlly badass and cool or just incredibly silly stupid

Hadestown gives me the same feeling as Starry because no matter what, you know how the story ends. Orpheus looks back, Vincent ends up dying at the end. But through the musical, you forget and think that, just for a tiny sliver of a moment in time, that THIS time it will be different. Orpheus and Eurydice will make it out, Vincent will get better (in whatever context you want to take that in) and by the end. You remember that it won’t happen, it’s already set in stone. But the cycle continues again and again and again and will never stop

@the-quasar-hero

Yes, a lot of yuppies (transplants) that have their wonderful dreams of being in NYC and making it their playground never come to grips that they might encounter Black and Brown people here. Can’t tell you how often I see that tiny flinch of surprise when they see my Black ass walking down the street in Manhattan or Brooklyn. It’s like they heard that NYC is the biggest melting pot in the world and thought that just meant different restaurants. They want to absorb the culture that this city is renowned for without seeing the ppl responsible for it. It’s why I prefer the older school white New Yorkers, they may or not be racist on a case-by-case basis, but they at least know there are people of different races here. They’re not deluded enough to believe that NYC is a Mayo Clinic, unlike this new crop of yuppies that think this shit is gonna be like Friends. They be the ones that plaster a fake ass smile as they dance around the threat to call the cops.