i think furniture legs should be carved into little animal feet again. i think that would solve a lot of problems.
this post made me think of this amazing cursèd chair i saw at the taubman museum of art in roanoke a few weeks ago. look at it. i don’t disagree with op but also i think this particular chair would cause problems on purpose
I think this chair would solve my problems directly related to not having a chair that looks like it can attack my enemies.
The rookie mistake in fiction writing is assuming that short stories will be easier to write than novels because they’re smaller. No. This is the equivalent to thinking that it’s easier to make a pocket watch than grandfather clock. Short stories are complex engineering problems.
You need to find a way to pack all of the things that a story needs into a tiny like box without it overheating.
you’ve really gotta hold down your job if you have one right now because it seems like every job opening is either orbital coal mining or selling deliriants to the elderly
I am a regular guy. I can enter a space. I am a regular guy. I can enter a room. I am a regular guy. I can do that transaction. I am a regular guy. I know how to answer the phone. I am a regular guy. I know what sleep is. I am a regular guy. I know how to wake up. I am a regular guy. I know how to move through space. I am a regular guy. I know what it means to be me.
Young Hoes Cook Everything on High: Effectivity, Speed, and The Value of Women’s Time Outside of the Domestic Sphere
no, but seriously. We are in a time where women are being forced back into the home, into the kitchens and the laundry rooms, to be good little wives and mothers. It is imperative that you do not do this. If a man ever fixes his mouth to question your “homemaking skills” (🙄😒), kick him. Punch him, SOMETHING, and then continue to do things as efficiently and simply as you please. Our mothers and grandmothers were all but chained to the stove, some of us (women of color, I mean) literally. Fuck a tidy house, fuck perfect homemaking, fuck the soapy made-up version of feminity invented by the Don Drapers of the world meant to sell soap and vacuums, and just live. Go out to the club, dance, watch a movie, read a book, surround yourself with good music and good food and good people, and if you MUST cook a meal, by God bitch… Cook it on high.
