me getting increasingly worked up and heated on the pnin podcast I’m doing tomorrow with james wood: and they hated him because he had the ideal male body type … and they hated him because he had hoes
here she is! yes the banding is very signature. but look at that color!
every morning I wake up and look at this screenshot and laugh so much that it enables me to go on living
the hottest club in London is the swedenborg house. it has everything: SWEDENBORG, egg tempera paintings, a cafe!, and they keep the ac low as hell
hotel bathroom art. very very very very very very very beautiful
turns out I’m traveling to london with not a single pair of underwear and you know what
a certain segment of the response I get to my catholic stuff is always “she exaggerates” or “makes caricatures” when in reality everyone who has ever encountered any member of my family knows the depiction is toned down several notches. like … actual texts from my mother on mother’s day
if these people do not in fact name their child *Valerie* I will set off 250,000 fireworks at the same time
also 10/10 migraine yesterday was almost healed by this. after he kayaks out to the puddingstone he lovingly SCRUBS IT with a bristle brush
here’s what we’re gonna do. we’re gonna photoshop me and babyhog getting married, both in veils. cross out the Big Wedding for Pig Wedding. hellmann’s tub officiates
very scary if you turn it upside down though. then he dangles from a hyena’s jaws
this polychrome jasper so obviously depicts a Mouse upon a Quest
a propos of nothing, here’s me as the world’s most silent and unmoving baby making prolonged, laser-focused eye contact with a seashell
I’ve been thinking a lot about my father’s life as a nuke recently. I so often mentally frame him as a “priest” and “a maniac” that I forget his brain was capable of this … thing that very few people can do. (and what does that mean about mine? am I also a systems thinker? do I have Nuke Latency?)