potatoepus

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.

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.

parents have more responsibility to notice if their kids are chronically ill and get them treatment than kids have responsibility to convince their parents that they are sick

if you told vin diesel fast and the furious you were gay he'd be like "Some people like driving stick…some people like driving automatic…what matters is you cross the finish line.." and then he'd rev up a dodge challenger and drive through a building and kill 16 people

he literally did in the fourth one when he's asked if he likes cars more than women

If you asked if he was cool with trans people, he'd probably say "sometimes, aftermarket parts are the only way to get the vehicle you really want. Everyone should have the right to hot rod."

weakness: pretty eyes

it’s always the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, but never the Irritating Ordeal of Being Known

someone: [correctly infers something about my personality based on my patterns of behavior]

me: [seethes with rage for some fucking reason]

A hexagonal storm with a diameter of 25,000 km raging at the north pole of Saturn.

all of us snoopy, all of us

Someone messaged me to tell me they had small boobs and then blocked me

On the subject of kids learning to talk

My toddler sometimes goes to the play park with her nursery, and after nursery yesterday we went together

"mummy, go hell!" she shouts at me, and internally I go "don't be silly, no one at nursery has taught your daughter people go to hell"

"Mummy, me go hell!" she says and goes to stand in a dark corner of the play park "uh-oh thinks I, let's investigate this"

"Do you mean hole? Are you standing in a hole?" No we are not standing in a hole, we're between a fence and a building

"Mummy! Hell! Go hell!!" at least we seem excited? To be in hell? It's not a punishment? But also, we are in the dark corner furthest from any play equipment...

"Go hell! Weeeeeee!!"

and she runs down the tiniest hill and into the playground

"Mummy run down the hill?" I ask

"Yeah! Mum go hell!! Weeeeeee!"

Thanks for the heart attack kid, good times

This reminds me of when my eldest learnt the new form of Rock, Paper, Scissors, which has changed slightly from my childhood.

So my sweet little girl shouts, "Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHIT!"

I was somewhat taken aback. I had to ask other parents if they'd encountered this, which is how I learnt that it was actually, "Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOT!"

Sigh.

did you boop them? carnally?

“it’s up to you” no thanks, i’m indecisive

Wish I was in the parallel universe where this is real

"he would not fucking say that" but its about a character being a leftist. he would not fucking believe that

media literacy is knowing when a character would say "i dont vote. why are you bringing politics into this?" no matter how mad it makes you to hear somebody irl say the same thing

most of my posts are normal I swear 😭

“subjecting yourself to the mortifying ordeal of being known” is exactly the reason why I do NOT wanna have sex

Also it’s weird when people touch me BUT MOSTLY THE OTHER THING