i am warmed by the water. something like touch. like love.
[Image description: a black ink illustration of a person, with short, dark hair, standing in a shower with their head in their hands. They are drawn from the waist up, in ¾ profile, with their back to the viewer, facing the shower head. There are three, many pointed stars in the image. Small, handwritten text below the person reads “I am warmed by the water. Something like touch. Like love. /end ID]
My boyfriend was showing me his cat and I leaned over to kiss the cat on his soft little baby head and he went “meow” and scrambled away because I’d been wearing my headphones and I accidentally jabbed him with the microphone.
And I said “Damn, this is exactly like in the Iliad”
Crane Wives songs will be like *folk guitar intro* ooowoahhhhhhhh ooowaoahhhhh. I am a wolf in the river. I am worried that I’m too volatile to ever be in a stable relationship. *guitar interlude with some percussion now* ooowoahhhhhhhh ooowaoahhhhh. There is ash in my hair. I am so tired all the time. I think I’m a bad person.
thinking abt how fucked up steam engine boiler explosions can look. theyre just pipes under there
gives me the idea of a ghost/monster engine that looks normal, albeit a bit battered, only to swing their smokebox door open and a myriad of pipes come bursting out like fucked up tentacles
Ursula K. Le Guin’s 1969 novel The Left Hand of Darkness was a big deal in feminist science fiction for being one of the first widely popular and critically acclaimed works to do cool shit with sex and gender (which was certainly nothing new, but previous such works had rarely “taken off” the way LHoD did). It was criticized for referring to the genderfluid characters with the indefinite “he,” which was a la mode in style guides at the time, instead of using alternating or gender-neutral pronouns. In time Le Guin came to agree with this criticism; she considered her decision not to take things further one of her biggest literary regrets, stating that “I am haunted and bedeviled by the matter of the pronouns.”
I tell you this only because the phrase “I am haunted and bedeviled by the matter of the pronouns” is one I think about a lot.
you grit your teeth and manage to send an important text. and what happens? the person actually responds. so now you have to brace yourself and do it all over again PLUS you have to bring yourself to read the response first too. it never ends.
i like sailing myths and superstitions because most of them can be boiled down to “if the ocean doesn’t like you it will chew you up and spit out your bones. and if it really loves you it will swallow you whole and keep you forever. good luck 👍”
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