What’s on the thanksgiving menu?

Oh, WE ARE SERVING CUNT TONIGHT

I CANNOT allow myself to romance Shane again (in stardew valley). I have to stop having my heart go out to men who are a) pathetic b) depressed and c) borderline alcoholics

I taught my mom the phrase “serving cunt” and now she won’t stop saying it at inappropriate times. Like while taking a Thanksgiving photo with my grandma.

The original Gladiator is THAT good. I promise it’s not just “film bro” good.

I haven’t been able to find the words surrounding my discomfort with everyone acting like every single thing said on the campaign trail is 100% going to happen… this articulated that discomfort well.

whenever I see people who have left education try to dissuade others from even entering the field… it feels so icky. and then they turn around to say they care about education… while actively trying to push potential educators away from it. idk, seems messed up man.

only consuming bad news online every day is probably good for your mental health overall

My earnest thought for the day is that one way to manage stress in the coming months will be to intentionally do one nice thing for someone else and one nice thing for yourself every single day, could be as simple as a supportive text or buying coffee. Follow me for more Martha Stewart ass insights

back on bluesky again more permanently now that I have deleted the app that shall not be named… yay!

Dreary Detroit category is Leaves! @softpoetry.bsky.social has me reading house of leaves and Leaves Turn Inside You seems like the appropriate soundtrack for it.

i, pomegranate (a poem by me)
—
i beg for you to destroy me
to sink your teeth into me
my rind caught between your canines
as you tear and you gnaw
before in frustration
you reach for the knife
and you hack and you saw
you butcher and you dissect
my skin with zealous fervor

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