As we approach Banned Books week, here's my annual reminder: If you're going to partake, buy and read banned books from *living* authors. The Bradbury and Vonnegut estates don't need your money, but Maia Kobabe probably does.
Perhaps a great day for shouting the bene gesserit litany against fear in your car on the way to work
It’s 9:22 am on a Monday and I’m already having a terrible time.
when franz kafka wrote “i cannot make you understand. i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me” and when sylvia plath wrote “can you understand? someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”
my whole freshman class had to read Bowling Alone and talk about it all year so I am already inclined to hate him, but come ON
I can't believe people don't know it's a musical! I'm obsessed.
work and the general state of the world have been getting me down, but I jammed 1600 words of fanfic before an impending deadline and carving out time to do something I like and am good at was like taking party drugs. wish I was a professor of that.
This TikTok is concise but useful. “If you’re about to be hanged and you start cracking jokes, that’s gallows humor. But if you’re in the audience and you start cracking jokes, you’re just a part of the execution.”
TikTok video by Chrysanthemum
This is the news I want to see!!!
i know getting video is exciting but really you can't let that distract you from the fact that in 1998, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer's table