Ya- *gulp*

Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.

I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said “look! It’s snowing!” so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn’t the first snow and it won’t be the last but wasn’t it lovely, like that?

How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.

This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you’ve been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn’t it beautiful - I promise, you’ve been helping.

Gossip is such an utterly foreign concept to me. Imagine giving a shit about the activities of people who have fuck-all to do with you, and that you don't even like.

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

I love this, but who is “the guy”????

Sorry for the poor quality

I feel personally victimized that there was no option for gay AND European.

I’m sorry but did you say professionally

Hey can I borrow your job for a sec? I promise I’ll give it back…

Instructions unclear, I am now drowning

any deep breathers online? any fans of a really good deep breath? how about a nice hearty yawn? breathing in a bunch of air feels so good

This but it’s just season two. And Edwin is Jenny’s landlord

Dbda au where jenny can see the boys

Coolth was once a word, in medieval times. Then we forgot about it for some reason.

Hold on a sec…….

Is your dad a time traveler of some sorts???

Reminder to myself (and anyone else who needs it)

It also takes energy when your body is trying to keep cool, and the heat always feels worse when your blood sugar is low.

Eat.

Maybe make some sandwiches in the coolth* of the day, and put them in the fridge. So they'll be ready (and cold!) later, when you are both hungry and hot.

Just a thought.

*One of my Dad's words. He figured if "warmth" was a word, "coolth" should be, too.`

Great thread by John Rogers on why writers need to be on set for TRAINING purposes, written late on May 6th, 2023:

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(link to first tweet)

Bonuses:

Link to John's thread about having writers on set for DIALOGUE.