#bud smith

If We Were Villains, M.L. Rio - Fun but a bit too long! A young adult/coming-of-age version of The Secret History.

True Biz, Sara Nović - I really enjoyed this YA-adjacent novel, which is told from the perspective of multiple characters at a school for the deaf. The chapters are broken up with mini how-to and history lessons on American Sign Language, so you get to learn while reading a truly gripping story.

Teenager, Bud Smith - This reads like Hemingway and Bukowski decided to co-write a teenage love (?) story. Insane and fun! Great writing. It was a nice break from my usual books.

These Precious Days, Ann Patchett - It's an Ann Patchett essay collection—obviously it gets five stars. Gosh I just love her writing. My favorites: every essay about her dad, the essay about her mom, the essay about her extremely beautiful nature friend, the essay about why Snoopy is her writing mentor, the essay about her not-so-great experience in her MFA program. I read the titular essay and the one about her three dads when they were originally published online; I decided not to reread them but they 're amazing. My most favorite essay was the one about her decision to not have kids. Wowowow.

Things to Look Forward To, Sophie Blackall - I am such a fan of Sophie Blackall's illustrations, I have two of them framed in my bathroom (I recommend hanging art in your bathroom!). This is a nice book to flip through at the end of a long day—it is indeed a list of "things to look forward to" with personal stories woven throughout.

☠️ day 5 of powerpufftober ☠️

the challenge was “norm.” i wanted to draw mitch for a while so perfect timing 😌👌🏼

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unhappy but trying to not rip my own head off and punt it as my final dying motion

chewing tropical bubble gum and refusing to acknowledge the slow decline of all life on earth

but! kinda coming out of my fog, and seeing where to put my feet on the steps

think about a new baby girl crawling up the stairs grabbing a cape mom hung on the doorknob slipping the cape on, floating over the violent town

I look up to people who raised themselves

see me pop my bubblegum underneath flickering florescent light

do people raised by wild wolves ever get tired?

do wild wolves ever get tired of raising babies they found somewhere, crying soft in the darkened forest?

picturing wild wolves having to go to a PTA meeting

picturing wild wolves bringing a child to tee ball

picturing wild wolves having to meet their adoptive human son or daughter’s prom date and the wild wolves sitting on their haunches, knowing this’ll all work out

wild wolves thinking ‘okay, try me’

earlier today I accidentally cut my hand wide open and I purposefully let the blood fall on the snow and make a heart shape

a big ol’ heart shape

hope you can see it from up in the pink clouds

if you’re separated for me, I’ll continue to believe it’s because you are out secretly saving the world from forces I cannot comprehend.