jackiethebeanstalk

why is it so humiliating when you’re wearing a mask and it makes your glasses fog. like okay loser

You know, it could be you’re working at it too hard. Maybe you should just take a break. But still, if I can’t fly… Then stop trying to. Take long walks, look at the scenery, doze off at noon. Don’t do anything. And then suddenly, you’ll be flying again. Maybe that’ll help. Trust me, it’s gonna be fine. I promise.

KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE 1989 • dir. Hayao Miyazaki

you ever just ugh really hard 

in our copy of hana-bi the subtitles never leave the screen until something else is said

dude’s fucking TORN about whether or not to buy a beret

stop normalizing celebrities running for president with no fucking knowledge or background in politics

i took a philosophy class my first year at community college, and it was the funnest shit ever - prof gave us a powerpoint and told us to fight with him when we disagreed so we could have discussions, then gave us his steam username so we could play racing games together. one time, he told us this story about a prof he had in grad school - guy was tenured, and apparently a great teacher. but he had this time built into his schedule where other profs would be in labs, experimenting, doing research, where he stood in his empty classroom with a warm cup of tea and stared out the window. for these 1.5 hour schedule blocks. and the administration would come to him and be like “dude, we’re not paying you to stare out the window, why aren’t you working?” and he’d say, “i am working. i’m a philosopher, it’s my job to contemplate the world and life and that’s what I’m doing,” and they couldn’t do shit cause he was tenured. and then every handful of years he’d pop out a book that blew everybody’s tits off and they’d get a surge of new philosophy grads come to study with him and make the school a lot of money.

So yeah, i think that’s still what being a philosopher is like

“They couldn’t do shit” and they shouldn’t he is right

I laughed at this for a solid 5 minutes

oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood

my cat joined my dad and my dog on their morning walk

those meows: “wait for me, wait for me!”

this video nourishes me

Art by Josh Newton

Cottage garden by  Georgianna Lane