Everyone says they’re open to feedback from the resurrected corpse of William Shakespeare, but just wait. You’ll get tired of his mummified, judgmental ass eventually.

I am being held hostage. They refuse to go inside.

This was such a fun conversation! Wickhills is such a cool book to get to ask a million world build questions about and listening to Premee talk about writing is one of my favorite things.

For years my parents were like are you scared FOR the mermaid? No Are you scared OF the mermaid? Also no In retrospect I think it was social anxiety. I was not fucking prepared for a convo with a mermaid that had just come up through the shower drain. There is no script for that.

Did NOT like it when they opened the closet at the beginning of Labyrinth and it was full of little guys. I was like oh I’m not watching this. Also some movie where there was a mermaid in a tank & for years I was scared that a mermaid would come up the shower drain (could not tell you why)

Do the thing y'all. I have been yelling at assorted people in my life to check theirs for weeks now.

Currently rereading Romantic Outlaws, the joint bio of Mary Wollestonecraft and Mary Shelley but the problem is I’ve entered the point in their lives where it’s just, like, straight bummers and it’s not great for morale.

I have heard it bc there’s a bardcore cover and my partner was explaining the OG song to me so I looked it up. (She had not heard it either, just knew about it)

Wait what

💖🤎🧡 love is love 💖💚💛

New chair = new box, which is always a good day for Penny.

Like I have so many friends who have already lost jobs and so many who will and so many whose kids are just fucked. And it’s probably a done deal but maaaaybe something happens in November that’s enough to change it. The speed at which the state has turned against public ed is honestly unreal

Given that the school district I grew up and worked for for six years is almost certainly getting destroyed next year unless there’s a radical shift, I super try not to think about it.

I worked at a fancy school for two years with a free salad bar, so I made myself get the tomatoes every day and eat them first. I don’t know that I’d say I *like* them now, but I will occasionally eat them voluntarily. Not the big sliced ones tho, those just taste like sadness.

Weirdly moved and inspired by this kind of creative manifesting ngl.

Have been informed that it is outside time and that I’m gonna be sitting on this patio for a while longer.

I just… I think about this all the time and I’m never over it. Why must we live in IP hell but we can’t have any of the things had actually work?

Criselda Vasquez, American, The New American Gothic, 2017, oil on canvas, 72 x 48 in, private collection The artist's father, portrayed in the painting, was kidnapped by ICE on 31 March 2026