An old comic style of a woman looking out her window at a city skyline. The bubble says, “What a stupid time to be alive.”

“I’ve never protested before - but I just watched 4th & 5th grade kids run away from our own government.” 😕🇺🇸💔

(From @crindivisible.bsky.social )

She kissed the wrong guy. Years later, she would look back on her choices with her friends and they would all wonder why it took them so long to kiss the right guys

being an artist is just decades of going "ugh I wish I knew how to draw" over and over again until you die

museums are cool because the people who work there are like look at this neat thing and you're like wow that is neat and you just do it over and over again until it is time to go

My husband went to the Vegas sphere and lived to tell the tale. Or at least that’s what the guy now wearing his skin wants me to believe.

Gravity

I wouldn’t say “shambling” creeping, slithering, wandering maybe

i have very rapidly become incapable of thinking about anything that isn’t this video

Life is short. Write that novel. Paint that painting. Try new recipes. Learn black magic. Go into the forest at night. Summon a demon. Earn that demon's trust. Become best friends with it. Brag to everyone else about your new cool demon best friend. Knit that sweater.

I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

This is exactly the kind of content I long for

I want the United States government to ensure that every American has food to eat, a place to live, a safe neighborhood, transportation to move around & work, clean water to drink, free health care & free education.

Don’t care what label you give that.

That’s what I want my taxes to pay for.

Life goals

Umberto Eco with many shelves of his collection of books

He who does not read, at 70 years will have lived only one life, his own! He who reads, will have lived 5000 years: He was there when Cain killed Abel, when Renzo married Lucia, when Leopardi admired infinity... Because “Reading is backward immortality”.
-Umberto Eco
writingforwellbeing.co.uk
#books

"Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of magic."

Carl Sagan, Cosmos

“He wants to say, I have figured it all out…We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.”
- The Storied Life of AJ Fikry
Gabrielle Zevin

Familiar spaces You know that dream? The one with a door, where there’s never been a door before? I had that dream again last night. A second door where normally there’s an old curio cabinet filled with my skull c…

“You know that dream? The one with a door, where there’s never been a door before?

I had that dream again last night.”

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I wouldn’t limit it to pop culture…

nothing humbles you quite like a figure drawing session

I wouldn’t say frazzled exactly

Grandiloquent Word of the Day logo - Sepia-toned graphic with a baroque Victorian typeface and an illustration of WWII German soldiers engaged in battle.

Zabernism [ZAB-ur-niz-im]
(n.)
- Unjustified or unwarranted use of military authority; military jackbootery; abusive bullying.

Used in a sentence:
“The fascist leader’s deployment of soldiers against the very citizens it was meant to protect will always be remembered as vainglorious zabernism.”

The shadows of my past and also my comfy pants

The goblins… they giveth and they taketh away

Only Kafka knows for sure

This is exactly the kind of grandmother I aspire to be

Imaginary friends by Stephen Chbosky

“There is a moment childhood ends, she thought, looking down at her son. She wanted his moment to be a long time from now.

She wanted her son to be smart enough to get his out of this nightmare but not smart enough to know that he was actually inside one”
-Imaginary Friend, Stephen Chebosky

The color of the morning sky, right before the birds start singing

Tetris taught me that trying to fit in will make you disappear.

I wish the was a librarian batsignal.