Musings

I rented a PO Box! Feel free to send me postcards, letters, unwanted antiques, cheques for a single dollar, or your secret family recipes ☺️

PO Box 8315

Victoria PO Central, BC

V8W 3S2

CANADA

i am skeptical you could do that actually, tiktok user

lol nice outfit loser *puts phone up to ear* huh…? what? oh um- okay. anyway 1828 called. they said they found something really really scary in goya’s house

I am literally addicted to those videos where scientists and historians answer questions about their fields. Tell me everything about ancient Egypt beautiful middle aged woman

stop freaking out about getting old and start planning out what kind of old person you're gonna be

personally if i’m out walking and smell laundry or someone else’s cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre

The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

you're falling in the trap!! it will be read by many people, many times, and it will live on in their memories. and maybe no single other human will match you in time spent dedicated to your story, but as a collective we will outlast you. acts of creation only grow when they are shared

romanticizing your life is such a powerful tool and it’s a shame that it’s mostly used by people on tiktok to justify the purchase of expensive breakfast smoothies when there are few better ways to force oneself through unpleasant shit than imagining a cinematic backstory for your extremely quotidian suffering

finding the strength to walk home from the library at 3am in the freezing rain by imagining yourself as a Napoleonic soldier hightailing it from Moscow in 1813

The thing about wanting to write smart essays is you truly do have to read books to do that, and the thing about reading books is that it is way harder now that I am not 17 and smartphoneless

Genuinely humiliating to read in 25 minute chunks because a decade of having a feelgood device in my pocket has turned my brain to cheese

also-

crying bc I’ll never be able to buy giant bagels off a kentrosaurus

When the Riddle is bad

thinking about fleetwood mac and how they actually sang songs about each other. and performed them. about how much they loved or hated each other like what the fuck how

I mean can you imagine. singing about how somebody broke your heart and they're literally harmonizing. they're right fucking there. they're in touching distance. insanity! complete insanity! I would either break down crying or fully snap and break their neck

fucking. silver springs!!! 'you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!' no fucking kidding he won't stevie he's literally behind you playing the drums! absolute madlads

Not to free-associate to another of my mum’s fave bands or anything, but this is also why I lose my mind over ABBA’s The Winner Takes It All. Björn, recently divorced, writes a song about a divorce with his writing partner Benny, then records it with his recent ex-wife Agnetha singing lead vocals.

Even if you believe them when they say it’s not about their divorce specifically, that’s a wild as fuck thing to choose to do.

Shout out to Richard and Linda Thompson.

I have mixed thoughts on sex work. I love sex, but I hate work!

“Yeah, we hate seeing you work too!”

how does this post keep getting better