first of all

i want to thank everyone who’s been
with me through this whole ordeal.
your support and kind words are so
good to hear.
i’m not mad. i’m actually kind glad.
i made so many new friends through his
whole thing, friends who i know have got my back.
ya’ll know who you are.


i’m sorry i’ve dragged you all into this.
i wasn’t going to do anything about it,
i just wanted it to die.
but i wasn’t about to let my ass be dragged
through the dirt over LIES.

i do not want you sending these people anything.
i don’t want to see them being harassed.
on my behalf, the best way to support me is just to
send encouraging words and to be here for me.
which you all have done a fantastic job!

Today I was teaching my campers how to start a fire with flint and steel. As they grew increasingly frustrated, I mentioned that in a real survival scenario, they might use other tools and flammable materials at their dispense, like a camera lens or isopropyl alcohol.

I turned around to help two kids arrange their tinder. “Hey Ship, watch this!” called a voice. I looked over my shoulder to witness my favorite student create a fucking flamethrower by igniting aerosol sunscreen. 

When the screams of surprise stopped, I said, “Good job. Very resourceful. Now please don’t do that again.” 

I don’t even have just one “son” anymore. Now it’s more like “a medium sized army of jilted, underappreciated grown ass men that I need to wrap in blankets and shield from the world.”


list of random spirits encountered:

- a spirit haunting a lamppost on 3rd street. it asks for the umbrella of anyone passing by in exchange for a temporary alteration in reality

- a spirit haunting people with burdens on their mind. manifests as a pair of wings on their shoulders

You know the book it’s a good book when destroys your life.


Juliette Ferrars thought she’d won. She took over Sector 45, was named the new Supreme Commander, and now has Warner by her side. But she’s still the girl with the ability to kill with a single touch—and now she’s got the whole world in the palm of her hand. When tragedy hits, who will she become? Will she be able to control the power she wields and use it for good?

“We are synonyms but not the same.
Synonyms know each other like old colleagues, like a set of friends who’ve seen the world together. They swap stories, reminisce about their origins and forget that though they are similar, they are entirely different, and though they share a certain set of attributes, one can never be the other. Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one because the way they wedge themselves into a sentence changes everything.
They are not the same.”

— Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

When reading a new book
  • Me: *finds the most pyschotic, handsome, and evil asshole in the series*
  • Me: You are my new book boyfriend and I will love you until the ends of the earth.