too much (sub)text for an art blog

lady gaga was right. stop telephoning me.

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

the classic Finnish mix of extreme dutifulness and “we will make actual conversation after a silent interaction trial period of 6 weeks, thank you” can be really funny sometimes. told my coworker that I’d like to save the coffee grounds the workplace generated and take them home “for my mushrooms and worms” and she was just like “okei” and dutifully saved every single grounds-filled filter for weeks and weeks. about five weeks into this whole thing, after I thank her for the coffee grounds and tell her my worms must love them because they’re breeding very enthusiastically, she finally asks “so your worms… do they have a purpose or are they just… worms”. like sure I’ll save you all these coffee grounds every single time I drink coffee, 3+ times a day, but god forbid I inquire about your specific worm habits before propriety allows it. you could be eating them for breakfast for all I know but that’s your business

this post has been up for so long I’m at a new workplace now, and here’s a new one: someone finally getting a close enough look at the jar of homemade nut butter I’d been using to make snacks for days (in a reused jar, still with the pesto label on it), realising the contents were not as advertised, and saying with poorly concealed relief “ai!!! you weren’t spreading pesto on bananas!” like she’d been quietly dying inside the whole time but had grimly committed herself to never ever presuming to ask wtf was going on

#I mentioned to a coworker how my friend had mailed me some goldfish and I was so excited to eat them#and she labored under the misapprehension for days that I was consuming actual real fish mailed all the way from America#before one day I brought some for lunch and she was like ohhh these are crackers!!

congrats, this is so cursed and the best addition someone has made to this post

#i’m not gonna lie i feel like a lot of people online could do with a dose of this type of finnishness #y'know. the ‘i have no idea what you’re doing and it seems really weird but it’s not my business to pry and also you do you’ attitude

Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

my friend told me that her daughter uses me as a benchmark for how nice someone else is. i almost broke down crying because i’ve had such a hard time emotionally in this month where my grief feels rawest, and my grief is what makes me afraid to be around people, especially kids— it makes me afraid that i can’t be nice. but yeah… she told me today, unprompted, that if she tells her about someone being nice, her daughter asks, “as nice as meatball?”

and yes, i am meatball, because of an inside joke

being on tumblr for a long time but never reading homestuck like

Computer. Iris by the goo goo dolls. Loud enough to kill.

Currently doing an Insomniac's Gambit. For those of you who don't know, this is when you mess up your sleep schedule badly enough that you attempt to fix it by skipping an entire night of sleep then going to bed at a reasonable hour the next day. Crucially, it does not work

thank you for ur service (not unfollowing me)

"born in the wrong era" but there's no particular time period i'd rather be living in, I'm just pissed af at having to live through the global resurgence of fascism

rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy

In my household we talk about "pathways in the brain" being like deer trails in the woods -- the more the deer walk along one route, the more their hooves wear down the grass until it's just a strip of bare dirt.

But if the deer start traveling a different way, the grass grows back.

But if the deer start

traveling a different

way, the grass grows back.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

i woke up like this (anxious)

"I don't even go here" has to be one of my favorite tags to use on here.

Do you see it? Your art/writing is about a ship/media that I've never seen, and of which I know absolutely nothing and yet I am compelled and moved by the unique spin you put on it. You did such a fine work that I now want to know the source material. Perhaps you even did such a fine work that the source material doesn't hold a candle to the stuff you make.

I don't even go here. I appreciate you giving me a tour though. <3

This is more inspirational than I think it was originally intended to be

I'm doing my part!!

I feel like it really adds something to know that this coffee shop was right next to the state capitol building. There is a non-zero chance one of these lattes ended up in the senate chamber.

Congratulations, you've unlocked the secret nerd bonus! I actually ended up texting a friend who specializes in the early Roman empire for advice on designing this special.

Honey and almond are pretty self-explanatory, as honey and nuts both figured heavily in Roman desserts. Cinnamon, meanwhile, means dead rich guy. It was insanely expensive to obtain, and the wealthiest of Romans used it to scent funeral pyres, so that the smell of burning cinnamon would cover the scent of cremation.

Thank you @transport-phenomena that’s very kind!