I've been thinking about you! I'm glad you're back in whatever capacity you are able to be โค๏ธ
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Elder millennial neurospicy queer ๐ณ๏ธโ๐๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ Trans rights are human rights, people can't be illegal, black lives matter, abolish for profit prisons Mainly HP drabbles Ao3 author https://archiveofourown.org/users/InkandCider/works
I've been thinking about you! I'm glad you're back in whatever capacity you are able to be โค๏ธ
IT NEVER ENDS
Hey, if you're a #Drinny fan, you miiiiight want to check out Flying Wild, since it looks like there will be updates coming very very soon ๐
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One time, my therapist told me that I should write a memoir, and honestly, I feel like that is not a compliment coming from a mental health professional lol
Rev. Jesse Jackson's "I *am* somebody..." remains one of the all-time great pieces of 20th century rhetoric / agitprop
And he could deliver it at a Black separatist meeting, the Democratic National Convention, or on god-blessed Sesame Street (see below ๐ฅน)
RIP to the Voice of the Voiceless
Shout out to my husband who kept the kids out of the office for 1.5 hours on Tuesday while I was fighting for my life for Noah Kahan tickets, then popped his head in when I screamed and said "are you winning son?"
Anyway, I'll see you bitches at Fenway ๐๐๐
I hope I raise my kids to walk out of their school in protest of literal fucking fascism and genocide. Baby, I'll sign that suspension notification, let's go get some ice cream.
Boosting from an allergy household that can't buy any ๐ฅฒ get an extra box on my behalf
If The Great Divide is setting the mood for the next album, I'm gonna need to take a week off to process when it drops.
Halt! This is a bookish checkpoint.
Last book: Alone in the Ether with You by Olivie Blake
Current: Blacktop Wasteland by S.A. Cosby
Newest on TBR: The Natural Way of Things by Charlotte Wood
Next: Home Before Dark by Riley Sager
#booksky
Incarcerating brown people in an old Costco is so fucking dystopian. Everyday I get angrier and angrier.
It can get lower!
Hell yeah ๐
Me just tippy tapping away at my Jobโข๏ธ while the country implodes. This is not what I envisioned my midlife crisis to entail.
I would love to be added! Great list!
Textually Inaccurate is back! And I'm out here hurting my own feelings lol
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Books don't tell readers who they personally are or who they are supposed to be. They do show readers a variety of characters. Implicit in that is this: "Here are some ways of being." Kids books aren't altering your kid to be someone new. They are simply showing them parts of humanity.
Ok BUT DID THEY END UP TOGETHER
See now this would be the logical solution, but instead I spent every free moment of the day finishing it to submit just under the wire ๐
I might have to drop my claim for a fest because they are due today and I'm not done yet ๐ญ I literally lost sleep over this last night, I've never dropped before!
I have informed my husband that I will be going to the used bookstore by myself on New years day because they are having a sale and I will not be accepting criticism at this time ๐
I'm tired AF but the hustle must continue. We're going to have a magical Christmas, so help me God
Today I was like, "I should delete all of these, they are bad" which is how I knew I needed to close my laptop and walk away ๐
Fucking mood
conspiratorially, and she laughs.
"Alright then, a wish upon a candle," she smiles so softly, it hurts.
always alright."
"Not always," Hermione says it quietly, but Harry is always listening. Always hearing the part she doesn't say.
"Make a wish," he prompts, foolishly, as fools are wont to do.
"On what?"
"A star? A candle might have to do, considering," Harry points up at the ceiling
Hermione admits over dessert. "Without them, I mean."
"Yeah," Harry is a bit tipsy, a lightweight, and a fool. "I was too, to be honest."
"But we're okay. It didn't feel possible, but here we are," she gestures around to the candles dotting the tables and ceilings.
"Yeah, we're alright. We're
I suppose," Harry smiles into his glass of beer as she laughs, a delicate tinkle of diamonds. She is wearing just a touch of makeup, and it makes her uncomfortable, he knows. He doesn't know how to reassure her, at least the way he is meant to.
"You know, I was a bit worried about coming here,"
"This is so fancy," she whispers. Harry smiles.
"I'm afraid to touch anything. What if I eat my soup with the dessert spoon?"
"Do you suppose there are forks we won't use? I'm not sure I can think of six different fork related foods that one might serve in succession."
"A new fork for each bite,