the sea market is "official" and runs all spring/summer, but if there's also a soccer game then there's also an unofficial mexican market, the combination of which places FDR park at the right hand of god, despite being so near the highway
eastern state penitentiary, walk towards the art museum for azalea gardens and (improved) schuylkill trail; le virtu on passyunk, dodo bakery on snyder, blue corn on 9th, drip on 11th for vietnamese coffee. above all, THE SOUTHEAST ASIAN MARKET IN FDR PARK! cannot stress that enough
lrt me editing me
I’ve had the same editor since 1967. Many times he has said to me over the years or asked me, Why would you use a semicolon instead of a colon? And many times over the years I have said to him things like: I will never speak to you again. Forever. Goodbye. That is it. Thank you very much. And I leave. Then I read the piece and I think of his suggestions. I send him a telegram that says, OK, so you’re right. So what? Don’t ever mention this to me again. If you do, I will never speak to you again
Maya Angelou on the joys of being edited
i assume the fic is about gripping each others' hands in terror as dented nissans with queen's jubilee plates and a clear disdain for human life miss them by inches at the hamilton exit
this is just praise for my best friend, not actually criticism of west. i wouldn't criticize someone for being and feeling alone, probably even if they were someone who pushed other people away (and i don't know if she is or isn't). it just made me so deeply sad.
this wouldn't have been published, not because it's wrong to publish something like this, but because it would have become a different book the second my best friend got hold of it and came over and started shoveling shit right beside me. she'd never let me be as alone as west feels in those pages.
i'm not against the naked confessional as a form, but all i could think is, where is her best friend? my best friend would have read fifteen pages and then come right over to my house.
made the mistake of reading excerpts from lindy west's new memoir. jesus christ
look, a grave technically only has one bed
"All in all, we cannot stop singing,
we cannot start sinking; we swim until it ends.
They may kill, and we may be parted,
but we will ne'er be broken hearted."
it's a book it's a trap it's a breathtaking romance it's revenge drama with two actual honest to god enemies who will flip the fucking international political order upsidedown for each other. also there's a slapstick bit with a cloth merchant that's far funnier than it has any right to be
laurent: i need to act suspicious and offputting, due to many copious sensible mistrusts
damen: are you MISTRUSTING me? ME???
laurent: yes keep up
damen: i literally CAN'T?? i'm just trying to LOVE YOU over here
laurent:
laurent: you're
laurent: trying... t
laurent: y....ou
damen: is this a stroke
a decent and somewhat normal man with mild physical invincibility and an absolutely pathological world-ending downbad Thing For Mean Blondes is the one situation laurent's enemies could never have planned for
that pov is unreal, a gift of the gods honestly
WINE AND BEER
ok i'll stop
why did muffy miss the show???
happy birthday to you!!!!! and what a considerate boy!!!!
YEAH!!!!!!!!
yes!!! it is rotten and rotten how normal it is 😔😩🤬
they are SO evil!!!!! i am so angry for your friend!!!!!! fucking bastards!!!!!
we're ok, he realized and froze his account immediately and he's at the bank now, so we'll be fine... it's just infuriating!! he's been trying so hard to make connections and find extra work. i want to [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] them
Rehabilitation of the Dandelion!
No other plant in the Netherlands attracts as many bee species: 107. In early spring, when nothing else is blooming, it is simply there. Meadow bird chicks that have just hatched depend on the insects that are drawn to dandelions. No dandelion, no insect, no chick.
cranmer this guy ain't
gouache. gouache uses water as a medium but it's typically opaque. lots of artists mixed both transparent watercolors and opaque gouache to get multiple effects in one work, and this is comparatively easy because you're using water for both and they have relatively fast drying times for layering.
and the nameless ones being real and powerful after all, but not deserving of worship, was so impactful for me in how i think about fantasy/supernatural 'rules'... i don't vibe when the reveal is "oh actually it's fake," i vibe when it's definitely real but getting overcome by love/life anyway
He waves off another hit and wanders away. Touching the walls with one hand like he might tip over. Billy follows him down the hallway, a few steps behind. He did then, too. It's all the same. Harrington stops at the end of the hall, by the closed bathroom door. Billy never knew whose house it was. “Whadyou want,” Harrington says, back to the wall. “More advice about my feet?” He laughs at his own dumb joke. “You’re the life of the party tonight,” Billy says. “Back on your throne.” Harrington's eyes are like a doll's when he’s high, the middles bigger than horse chestnuts, the same perfect brown color. “Come the fuck on,” Harrington says. “You sure can't take a compliment,” Billy says.
i just want you to have this. just hold onto this for me for a sec
the dynamic between tenar and ged is like. the stuff of dreams. not to mention everything about her upbringing resonating with me; a girl who becomes deceitful and hides everything for her own survival........????? i'm going to go read it again 😭
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