hannah

Hello! For a writing project - I’m looking to speak to folk about their experiences of Durham Uni in the 80s, or queer culture/experiences in County Durham/Durham in the 80s. All confidential! Thank you !

Okay here’s my only holiday tradition! Hot to Herald Angels Go!

On this day lets remember the wise words of the late, great Dawn Foster

scratch that, apparently I am ready to be a person who is screamed at by an awful, abusive man on the train and spend the rest of the journey staving off a panic attack

lovely news that he gets to go back home, and how lucky to have found a home with you in the meantime 🩵

ready to be everyone's favourite villain (person eating sushi on train)

bad weekend to realise one of your winter boots has a hole in the sole (guess which one)

heard a radio ad for a film with keanu reeves and idris elba and was like ooh i wonder what that is before remembering it's sonic 3

I secretly hoped this would be the outcome!!! He's ADORABLE

SHE'S SUCH A TINY BABY godspeed to you x

🚨 excessive baby I repeat I repeat excessive baby in the gaff 🚨

i get you probably make a lot of phlegm playing a 90 minute match but i could do without HD shots of footballers hawking snot out their noses

tried pilates for the first time today! the instructor told me to pull my pubic bone up to my nose which was a bit confusing and i'm not sure i managed

adorable!!

Not to blog about it but the reliance on AI for creative endeavors funnels right into fascism because if you stop believing you can imagine something fantastical on your own, you stop believing anything is possible beyond what is fed to you.

i see so many ads for royal match and i think i move the teeniest, tiniest but closer to downloading it each time. i wonder how many years it will take to tip me over the edge. maybe when i retire

There's something I need people to understand.

The studio that made this released some numbers. They had to produce 85 minutes of footage to find 15 usable seconds for this ad.

The machine that creates moving images out of nothing has a failure rate of 340:1 and the best 15 seconds... is this.

In the sea of high-minded reasons for leaving Twitter, this is the best I've read - Elon Musk is a pathetic dweeb, and being on Twitter is cringe

true, he gives me the biggest ick

new text-based social media platform you say? better post about strictly come dancing!!

WHY did i have to see the entirety of pete's dick and balls good CHRIST i did not CONSENT to this

WELL DONE NERD

OH MY GOD

Jamie Oliver episode of Maintenance Phase let's goooooooo

(I did not mean this to echo the infamous 'I love my curvy wife' but here we are)

I saw @yrfatfriend.bsky.social and @jeaniefinlay.bsky.social's movie recently, and started listening to Maintenance Phase too. I hope it will continue to chip away at my internalised fatphobia and help me love myself even a fraction of the way I loved my gorgeous, wonderful, fat mum ❤️

My body is nearer her size now than its ever been. I took some of her old clothes home with me. I've been trying very, very hard to feel neutral about my own body, and am finding it very, very difficult. I wish I wasn't. I want to love my body as a tribute to hers, which I loved more than anyone's.

Even when she was dying of terminal cancer did the issue of her weight get brought up, as if being thinner would somehow make her less sick, make her live longer, make the disease less intent on destroying her. Listening to that conversation broke me apart.

As long as I new her she was unhappy with her body, thought it should change, would diet on and off. My dad and brother would sometimes comment on it, under the guise of concern, reinforcing that she 'needed' to lose weight. She always dressed in dark shades, which may have been related.

Dad couldn't fathom why she had so much stuff, why she kept it all, things she hadn't worn in years.

What he didn't realise is that the sizes ranged from a UK14 to 22. She kept things from her smaller sizes because she thought/hoped she would fit into them again.

tw coming up for weight/body stuff and death/grief (it has been A Week)

This weekend me and dad sorted through lots of my mum's old clothes. She had around 20 pairs of jeans in a wardrobe, and another vacuum bag full of them in the loft. We sorted through 8 bags of clothes in all.