Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
**gently grabs your face** Listen to me.
When things are hard, move toward joy. Move toward those who light you up, like little fireflies your heart. Play the music you love. Take a chance. Make plans with people you adore—old and new. Put joy on the calendar like a goddamn holiday. (There is something to be said for making plans. I love plans. I…am a dork.)
When things are hard—and god knows, the news is full of terrible—flirt with someone you care about. Make some art about it—about everything. Bake something or cook something and if there’s too much, bring it to your neighbor. Pet a dog. Pet a cat. Find a reason to be silly. Be silly.
The brightest parts of my life, lately, have been unexpected magick. It’s there if you look, I promise. And, honestly, sometimes even if you’re not looking and you just run headlong into it. It's the connection and the love that will help see us through the hard stuff. It's the affection that feeds our strength.
Magrat: "He will make friends easily" she whispered. It wasn't much, she knew, but it was something she'd never been able to get the hang of.
Nanny Ogg: "A bloody good memory is what he ought to have," she said. "He'll always remember the words."
Granny Weatherwax: "Let him be whoever he thinks he is," she said. "That's all anybody could hope for in this world."
You cannot claim to oppose fascism *and* defend the purveyors of anti-trans misinformation.
Scapegoating is a key component of fascism, and the "reasonable, just asking questions" "moderates" are vital to the fascist infrastructure.
"it's so fucking over" yeah dude it's 11pm it's the end of the day it's time for you to go to bed. and tomorrow you'll be so fucking back because you'll be awake. go tuck yourself in dude you'll be ok
Troy and Abed
you don't "hate kids," you hate being forced into a caretaking role.
you don't "hate kids," you hate censorship passed off as family values.
you don't "hate kids," you hate the constrictiveness of the nuclear family.
you don't "hate kids," you're just not used to occupying fully age diverse spaces so you're not used to the noise or the many different kinds of needs.
you don't "hate kids," most public spaces just aren't built for kids, and so the few kids you see are always uncomfortable and distressed.
you don't "hate kids," you hate the intense social rules assigned to kids and anyone who interacts with kids.
You don't "hate kids," you hate how society reproduces its most restrictive elements and how kids are powerless to resist it.
As a writer, my hobbies include doing anything other than writing.
"On April 17, 2025, Ibrahim shared moving messages about his terrifying experience after surviving an Israeli shooting attack while on the beach with his friends—"the little ones," he called them—who did not survive. He says he lives in a constant state of fear and has lost his home, his school, and the places he loved to spend time.
He has been displaced several times and lost many relatives in bombings. Adding to the pain, his parents suffer from health problems due to the lack of proper care, which is beyond the capacity of any child to bear.
Prices in Gaza are extremely high for everything: food, medicine, and even evacuation are expensive. Ibrahim dreams of completing his studies, but this dream is now threatened.
If you can help, your donation can help save his family and help them survive until the borders open and they can leave."
Some of your books make it seems like you believe in actual literal magic, do you? ()
I can write down a few words and make people thousands of miles away, whom I have never met and will never meet, laugh tears of joy and cry tears of true sorrow for people who do not exist and have never existed and never will exist. If that isn't actual literal magic I don't know what is.