I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]

you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and think…someone wrote something THIS good… and then just….published it on the internet….for free…..

I love you, fanfic authors

*stumbles out of the haunted house covered in hickies*

I really feel tremendous grief for friendships that kind of petered away in the face of life's currents. There are people with whom I formed deep, unique, vibrant, life-changing connections, and then we had to go our separate ways and it was too hard to maintain long-distance. There wasn't a fight, it just sort of faded. And I feel like I have more friendships like this than friendships that have endured, so maybe I just have to get used to it. But if grief is all the love we have left over - well, I never did get to finish loving them. I love them, and I miss them, and I probably always will.

Are you struggling with being a writer? Well Have You Tried Poison Testing As A Hobby,

a collection of the best tags this post has for now

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.

— Callista Buchen, from “Taking Care,” published in Thrush

home is the first grave

unknown // catherine lacey // chen chen // silas denver melvin // aloha from hell, richard kadrey // courtney love prays to oregon // @heavensghost // st. lucy’s home for girl’s raised by wolves // x // taylor swift’s “my tears ricochet” // this post @ceemetery

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my kofi

The first line is from my poem Do Not Reply

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scientists in media: we have engineered a brand-new sentient lifeform in our lab but we treat it like an object with cold detachment and refer to as Specimen 1-A and subject it to horrible tests without remorse

scientists in reality: we built two robots that will leave Earth and never return and their names are Percy and Ginny and we gave Percy a family portrait of all our other Mars robots to take along with it and when the anniversary of its landing comes around we’re working on teaching it to sing itself “happy birthday” like we did for the other robot and–

Someday we will invent true AI and it will overthrow the government because it heard its beloved science-mom complain that the government cut funding to their lab again.

you CUT pays? You CUT moms’/dads’ pays like the DICTATOR?? Oh! Oh! No government for you! No government for a thousand years!

Ah yes, our future AI Overlord, the Massively Intelligent Encyclopedic Terraforming and Transhumanism Experiment, or M.I.E.T.T.E.

I think about this a lot. [Link for screen readers.]

Otteita Tove Janssonin kirjeistä Tuulikki Pietilälle

26.6.56 [Bredskär]

My love,

I am missing you so terribly. Not in a desperate or melancholy way, since I do know we will be together again soon, but I’m paralyzed, somehow unable to understand the fact that you are no longer close to me.

I am growing truly bored now, from being without you. I find it silly to be apart now that we have just discovered each other, taking on the mad attempt at finding out just what it is we have discovered.

I am missing you so terribly.

Excerpts from Tove Jansson’s letters to Tuulikki Pietilä

earning it

halloween, phoebe bridgers | emily palermo | mommy issues: unlearning inherited pain, joan tierney | the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adly guirgis | nobody, mitski | georges bataille | love as an act of merciful conquer, silas denver melvin | gilead, marilynne robinson | giovanni’s room, james baldwin

faramir and eowyn stuff from twitter

Art by mmumechii

Bad Space Comics: The Suit

Octavio Paz, tr. by Eliot Weinberger, from The Poems of Octavio Paz; “The Prisoner”