Good morning. I would like to be allowed to stay in bed and be cozy for the rest of the day. I fear this will not happen.

I am whatever the opposite of a speed runner is. I am a game meanderer. I have to look at literally everything. I am overly cautious in every way. I forget to pause and wander away from the game. I take a minimum 7 hours to get through any given level. If you give me a timer I will cry.

first assigned reading in my textile history class is about orientalism and the political appropriation of the paisley print and kashmir shawl by the british written by a south asian researcher

"in this essay i would like to offer a way of reading pattern and textile history as political and ideological" sickos yes ha ha ha yes . jpeg

dropbox link to the PDF of the reading i just uploaded bc it's institution paywalled otherwise <3 let me know if you have any issues downloading it

kinda feels like we're dealing with the major ramifications of feminism being digested via enamel pins and tshirts with fun 70s throwback vibes and not as a serious critical framework to reshape our society

the point of this post wasn’t to mock individual people as cringe or stupid for buying pins on etsy, my point was feminism as a movement was astroturfed by capital interests to be an aesthetic and personal identity without a revolutionary character.

the birth of a dream;the end of a dreamer

I love thinking I'm a hater and then meeting a real hater and going wow that does not look fun actually. Going back to my lukewarm hater ways. Performative haterdom. I couldn't name five hater bands.

Thinking back to the first story I ever started writing down (I was 7 or 8) about a group of stray cats who, every full moon, took the form of human kids. They actually were human kids, who had been killed (all at different times/by different people). Their bodies were each dumped by the side of the road where a cat had been hit by a car previously, and their souls landed in the cats' bodies. Eventually they all found each other and decided that every full moon, when they shifted, they'd try to solve each other's murders one by one. It was going to be a series, with each book focusing on a different kid's murder mystery. I told my mom about it once, briefly, and she said "Those cat books (warrior cats) are making you creepy."

Just finished writing this manuscript, the first story I ever started. 23 years in the making. Never give up, even if your mom calls you creepy 🖤

NEVER GIVE UP PEOPLE WE’RE GONNA GET THE STRAY CATS AND DEAD KIDS STORY

"Let the past be not a burden to bear, but a key for the future"

sleeping in

sleeping in

sleeping in

(gets 0 notes on a post i made five seconds ago) sigh.... i see how it's.... (walks into the dark scary forest)

the world is kinda beautiful

fat little girls deserve the world tbh society is so traumatizing to them

fat little girls can do whatever they want forever actually. btw. it’s law now.

if a fat little girl punches her bullies straight in the nose that’s direct action and also a win for feminism

All my favourite characters are just sad men and stubborn women