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booke
booke
reade a booke
then anothir booke
aftir that anothir booke
bookes are freakinge awesome

you’re in your late thirties and you haven’t even slain a chaos serpent? weak

do stop believin'
let go of that feelin'

It’s ironic that the people in this country that are responsible for creating and perpetuating poverty are also the ones most afraid of witnessing it.

Bro. Bruh. Bruv. Broseph. Brosephus. Girl. Hun. Dear. Dude. Pal. Friend. Buddy. Dudette. Lady. Hun. Miss. Sheila. Fella. Boss. Bestie. Babe. Sir. Ma'am. Comrade. Chum. Partner. Slime. Mate. Homie.

It's fascism.

"Living your life to impress other men by hating women is one of the most embarrassing things I can imagine. Looking up to any of these men for how to live your life is even sadder."

I also bring up Orban when no one around me is asking or wants me to. Relatable!

My grandmother used to make something really similar with blackberries and I don't ever recall really liking it (I have never been a jello fan) and yet it's such a vivid food memory that I now want to recreate it.

The Return of the Marriage Plot Why everyone is suddenly so eager for men and women to get hitched.

I published this column on Friday. There are a couple of things that I didn't have space to include in the piece that I'd like to add. In no particular order:

Aitana Bonmatí Can't Win | Defector It feels odd to say, but right now, mere days away from a chance at a monumental, career- and maybe even life-defining achievement, I do not at all envy Aitana Bonmatí. The positives of her present s...

This @defector.bsky.social piece perfectly sums up the heart- and stomach-ache of Spain's run. (I'll admit I was cheering for England either way because that's my standard but I'm very much an "I want both sides to win" soccer fan.) https://defector.com/aitana-bonmati-cant-win

so we beat on, Barbies against the current, borne back ceaselessly onto the beach

Ryan Gosling as Ken in the “my job… it’s just beach” scene.

Mr. Darcy: My job… it’s just lake.

One book 📚
One film 🎥
One album 💿

Right?? I'm genuinely tempted to go dig out whatever I put on LiveJournal or OpenDiary or Tumblr or whatever and just start reposting.

I am in my feelings about this World Cup as if I'd been a sporty kid with crushed dreams... But I was just a clumsy girl who would have loved to stay indoors and watch talented women be celebrated this way back then.

The whole world sliding over to a new social media platform is basically the story of millennial life, I feel like I should be better at writing first posts by now.