here to burgle your turts

i can feeeeel the upcoming mercury retrograde tugging at my sleeve and i am preemptively tired 😫

i think it's because they're less likely to be stale! seasonal reese's are only produced at certain times of the year so they always taste fresher. also food is always better when it's in a silly shape. it is known.

followed by "cry for me" and fucking "angel on a satellite"...reader, when i tell you i sobbed, i am not exaggerating. a stranger put their hand on my shoulder to check in.

forever changed after hearing "that's my floor" live. there is a Before That Happened/After That Happened dividing line in my life now. i fuckin love magdalena bay!!!

nothing i love more than sitting at the anna's counter and eating beautiful food and surging with pride watching my guy do what they do best 😭

it is also a shame because "before he speak his suit bespoke" is one of the best lines of all time

a cute print of shrimps under a goldenrod, teal, and red-striped circus tent doing assorted circus activities! trapeze shrimps, strongman shrimp, clown shrimp, etc. they are all very pink and very adorable.

p.s. it was my long-awaited cbd cigarettes AND my shrimp circus print 🦐🎪 look at these cuties

sweet kiss goodbye from benny while i was mostly still asleep / 2+ hours of purring snoozing snuggles with my panther / two exciting packages in the mail / perfect cup of coffee (bustelo w cinnamon) / watching bake off and planning today's studio session (making a bunch of silly chopstick rests!)

(p.s. meatball supreme on a roll, add pepperoni)

very few wfh experiences measure up to bopping down the street on my lunch break, acquiring a perfect sandwich from the hut, eating it on my couch, and then cracking an ice cold polar seltzer to wash it down. real creature comfort shit, you feel me?

Con Venience Store

it's easy to see how i ended up with these instincts, but that doesn't really excuse them. i am thinking about this knee-jerk reaction a lot lately and hoping to grow on this. sometimes it keeps me safe. but those times are the exception, not the rule.

completely buried two interpersonal hatchets in the last week...lately i've been trying to assess my instinct of backing away - or even cutting people off - when they make decisions i don't agree with. i think i need to learn how to disagree with people while still inviting them to my table.

my lungs are much worse after my last covid round and i'm too proud of my streak to cave. i would never. but i will be buying cbd cigs ASAP 😬👍🏻

unfortunately after a nearly 6 year quit without one single solitary craving, i am feeling the itch for a mf cigarette

fell asleep watching terrifier last night. woke up, clocked in, made coffee, and started it up again from the last place i remember. jude coded

Care Package #7: Tenderness and Terror on fear, embodiment, and small mercies

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a woman is typing on a laptop next to a lamp with the souligner.com written on the bottom Alt: carrie bradshaw is typing on a laptop next to a lamp (i have never seen one single episode of sex and the city)

writing my weekly substack posts feels like this, but that's just the leo in me

skipped my friday sandwich this week and had a mid sat/sun weekend. i am unfortunately developing a very specific superstition

sometimes being an empath is watching a couple meet for the first time on love is blind and being able to tangibly FEEEEEL how unattractive one of them finds the other (this is about two couples)

katie was a wonderful, kind, creative person. i think of her often. i am very happy to own something she made.

can not possibly describe the overwhelming mix of emotions i experienced upon receiving my thistle thistle necklace today. cried a bunch. life is weird, man.

big brain behavior!

the hut for LIIIIIIIFE

this one goes out to my friday sandwich...i love you, friday sandwich (fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, and pesto with prosciutto, banana peppers, hot pepper flakes, balsamic, olive oil, and oregano, add arugula, on an Italian roll). bless you, friday sandwich

photo of a big gallon-sized jar of mushroom broth that honestly looks dark enough to be beef broth. not to brag but there are 2 more of these in my fridge...

genuinely wild color i achieved on the mushroom broth i'm using for this batch of french onion soup....there is no meat in this at ALL

aw man 901 lost to 32 chunk...i'm sad but also i get it

i can't believe i had to choose between 901 and 32 chunk 😭 two of my favorites. fat bear week is an emotional roller coaster already (fyi i chose my girl 901)

i do this with Frank Ocean's "Pyramids"! (9:53)

i wish you all the kind of love that makes you completely incapable of listening to "our house" by crosby stills nash and young without sobbing