a pot of daisies

babygirls of the world the beauty industry will never ever ever be your friend. it actively hates you and wants the worst for you and always will <3

I do think the post that's like "when they torture you to insanity and then torture you for being insane 😂🤣" is one of the most succinct and foundational analyses of interpersonal violence and conflict that had ever been written

do you guys think that Nettle wants Fitz and Bee to Buckkeep isn't just to watch over Bee, but for Fitz and Nettle to finally bond too? he mentioned before about not doing right by her and promise to do things differently this time to bee (which didn't happen obviously) but Nettle was probably giving him chance for that by inviting him at the castle but he keep declining instead

the way Fitz repeatedly asserted that Buckkeep's atmosphere was a more pleasing and welcoming one once Kettricken was there because the keep had the "touch of a woman again" but never acknowledged the fact that it was first and foremost the touch of a Chyurdan that made it feel so. It was the tapestries woven in the mountain style. The simplicity of Kettricken's designs and their openness. The familiar gardening techniques she employed that he didn't realize were familiar, her natural focus on water and tranquility and light and all the things little Keppet would have absorbed like a plant when he was growing up. The idea that somewhere deep down he recognized and was drawn to all these little aspects of the culture that was denied to him. The way it made Buckkeep feel more like home, even if he was also constantly remarking on how changed the space was, too. Something I ponder and consider sometimes.

the stablemaster knows every horse in the city by name but still only refers to me as "boy"

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?

You know how we call things "pseudoscience"... the media analysis that's being done on twitter and tumblr should be pseudohumanities