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Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy—fully armed too as it’s a highly dangerous quest.
-Flannery O’Connor

please stop writing "viscous" when you mean "vicious", it produces the weirdest mental images ever

"a viscous murder" yeah i don't want to know what that could look like

it looks like the Boston Molassacre of 1919

keep making bids for connection . It’s literally how to stay alive. We are here to be with each other and everything else is beside the point.

In the modern idiom:

“So Bob said […]” indicates that I am directly quoting Bob.

“Then Bob was like […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob.

“And Bob was all […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob, and additionally I am being a dick about it.

I don’t know about you, but I think it’s fantastic that we have a specific grammatical convention for that.

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This is exactly the kind of thing I love when reading about other languages and going “wait, they have a way of conveying that sentiment through grammar alone?”

Sewing "a little bit" is one of the most useful skills you can possibly have proportional to how cheap and easy it is to learn.

So many of the items in our daily lives are sew-able. A simple needle and thread changes the way you think. When an item breaks, you no longer think, "I guess I must buy a new one..." Instead, you think, "I guess I must fix it..."

How many of these everyday items rest for eternity in a landfill, because of a simple break that a needle and thread could have fixed? How many excess items were manufactured to make up for the forgetting of the humble needle and thread...?

I love you, needle and thread...

why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees

Absolutely genuis

Every few minutes, someone honks. The woman behind the wheel shifts and lowers her sunglasses to glare at the circling cars in the rearview mirror. Vultures. Let them curse. She keeps her doors locked and her phone battery charged. Penelope has been waiting in the arrivals lot for far too long, and she refuses to give up her place for anyone.

November Snow

I forgot what it was like to be happy

But today I remembered In the speechless, straying snow And the jaunty heat of the fire And the three seagulls shining white And blithe against the deep, bitter blue Of looming cold.

And tonight in the kitchen window-- A portrait of winter's fragile face-- Melting drifts in moonlight, And a single star as bright as life, And branches bending back away From North Wind's strong and doggèd breath--

I saw a girl I thought had run away And fallen into her own grave Standing, smiling, no tears in sight; And though I feared it wouldn't last I wrapped my heart in this November snow-- A breath, a moment of respite--

And, in the end, All sorrows go.

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