hey i'm older now

So close and yet

I feel like people really underestimate the impact that your mode of transportation has on how you see and think about and interact with your city. Like, driving makes your city feel like a few islands, pockets of space where you regularly go and new ones you discover only when brought there for a purpose, but all amidst an ocean of just, filler. Taking public transit makes your city feel like a network of corridoors, a glowing grid along which you may discover new things, but whose alternate winding paths you only take when given to by circumstance. Cycling makes your city feel more human in its scale, and while you can only go so far, the spaces through which you travel are far more often built for people, not machines, and that difference is tangible, while your freedom of movement gives you more opportunities for exploration. Walking can only take you so far, but you see everything meant for you along those places, and every street feels like it carries potential, with no barriers to stopping and partaking of whatever piques your interest. I think, among these, driving is the one that by far most isolates you from the place you live, while the others are, in decreasing order, most utilitarian, and in increasing order, most personally connective to your shared space.

Frog and Toad are Friends

I just need to sit by the sea I just need to sit by the sea I just need to sit by the sea I just need to sit by the sea I just need to sit by the sea I just need to sit by the sea

i loooove toxic and codependent relationships in fiction. they are so narratively juicy. if they don’t even warp and mangle each other to the point they create a single, fucked up entity then what’s the point.

THE FALL costumes appreciation: 1/8 (costume design by Eiko Ishioka)

I felt as soft as a summer day, all bloom and scent, all joy of being.

boing

Arequipa Region, Peru by Suzanne Levasseur

Bādgir/ Iran's ancient windcatcher/ Iran

— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017.

i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.

So I've been learning French for a while and 'faire' is actually an incredible word. Like what a fucking breakthrough in economy of language.

Faire is a verb that is usually translated into English as "to do/to make," but it covers way more actions than that, which is very confusing for new speakers. because (I have realized) that's not really what faire means.

Faire is actually a word that just gestures vaguely in the direction of the object of the sentence and goes "you know." "Je fais du velo." "Je fais du courses." "Je fais mes valises." I'm biking. I go grocery shopping. I'm packing my bags. You're just sort of pointing at a bike and going "you know, the obvious thing you'd do with it."

English: "You mean RIDE it??"

French: "Sure whatever."

Like idk I just really enjoy the concept of a catch-all verb that you can just slap onto almost anything because who fucking gives a shit, you get the idea. There's a bike. what do you think I'm going to do with it.

yeah man that verb does everything! you could even call it. you could call it a r. a renn. you could call it a renais -- a renaissance f --

I am beyond words. I am absolutely fucking FLOORED by this quilt my amazing sister @a-myriad-of-stars made as a wedding gift for my wife and I. Look at those orcas! So distinctly Tilikum (left) and Tokitae (right)💜 Lime Kiln lighthouse and Kama Kulshan (Mt Baker) in the background, perfectly recognizable. Can you BELIEVE this was her first time making a quilt?!?!!

I can’t thank you enough sis. This is the best gift EVER! Love youuuuu