Y’all, I Can Still Smell The Fries- This May Be The Most Tragic #fooditemsonthesubway Post I’ve Ever

Marsha P. Johnson Square Park. Happy Pride #abolishthepolice #pride #pride (at Washington Square Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQpE5K3j9Qb/?utm_medium=tumblr

I'm tired, hot, and done with my first year at Circle in the Square. What a trip, what a joy, and what a ridiculous ride it has been. Here's to some sleep and looking forwards to second year! #circleinthesquare #thereare11pencilsinmyhair #whatagreatlifeilead

Go to circleofinequity.com to sign the petition (and add your own letter, if you’re so compelled #aracistinthesquare https://www.instagram.com/p/CCrbOnMjXtV/?igshid=zqaqpglam0mr

Not a fix it, but a promise. Promises scare me, but I’m learning to trust them, all the same.

I'll Wait - rated T, ~4500 words

We're all shattered. Herewith my offering.

Summary: They spent centuries talking past each other and kept it up right to the last minute. They won't find their way back to one another in one glib resolution.

But we know it's not over. With Heaven and Earth dividing them, there's time to consider all the unsaid things.

And there's still an angel in the bookshop.

The day was dark and the streetlamps were already blinking fitfully on and then off again, the rain blowing in a cutting breeze that slipped in the door as the woman left; but there he was, the vivid hair dulled by dampness, a long lock plastered to his forehead.

They crossed Whickber Street in three strides, carrying the tartan umbrella that had leant against the hat-stand for months.

“I saw you standing here. It is raining and very cold. I wish you to know that you are always welcome in the shop whether or not Mr. Fell is present. May I offer you a cup of tea?”

He looked past her toward the shopfront. “No,” he said.

“Then please, take this umbrella – you are becoming very wet –”

“Sod off,” he said.

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Silly birds

This song never made any sense to me.

To my tiny beanie baby self, who smiles at cats and loses a tooth by biting cotton candy. You don’t understand why things have happened the way they do, and neither do I, but maybe the words of this trusted adult will help ❣️

Mr. Gaiman, I know you mostly get asks about Good Omens these days, but I am a long-time fan. Of your work Coraline. I am a survivor of severe parental neglect and abuse, and I must have read the book hundreds of times in my childhood and I found great comfort in the movie, despite my now complicated feelings about Time Burton as a person. I guess I just wanted to thank you for creating a piece of art that made me feel less alone in my very isolated adolescence.

Do you have any advice for healing after such a traumatic start to life?

I'm glad Coraline has helped. (Tim Burton didn't have anything at all to do with the Coraline movie though.)

When I was young I believed that the way you healed was just to move on. Now I'm 63 and you realize that stuff never heals on its own. It's still there, waiting to jump out at you. But there are things that help: other people help, especially other people it's safe to talk to. Building a life can help. And making art out of trauma. That's good too.

I wished Coraline had been around when I was a child, and that was why I wrote it as an adult.

New addition to the #fooditemsonthesubway series! As always, caption away, my friends!

This is the first “Wait and See” I found in the wild, and I’m reblogging it since I can’t actually tack it to my wall over my desk like I desperately want to

Hello hello hello! I just wanted to ask, will Anathema Newton and maybe war famine pollution and death, come back to good omens 3? Will the them come back? Good day!

Wait and see.

Two BB units in the same house never gets old #bb8 #chisai #starwars #shewillnevernotbeconcerned