I am countdown-to-the-Sonics-season excited about this commission
furries of an era
90s fur: red fox, natural colors
00s fur: wolf, darks and neon colors
10s fur: hyena, natural colors w neon dyed hair
Facebook just reminded me that in my second year of my career at my very strict and conservative college, I helped my friend who lived in the corner unit on the ground floor of our dorm to organize a mixed-sex sleepover (we had floor hours, right, so this was forbidden). we literally played video games and ate candy as quietly as we could so as not to get caught. I think the boys all ended up crashing before we did? at any rate it was Foreshadowing and my life makes more sense every day
Maggie Stiefvater
Maggie Stiefvater orders a drink composed of long-forgotten ingredients found in the darkest reaches of the Starbucks store room, perhaps left there long ago by Stiefvater herself. The barista asks for her name to write on the cup. “Maggie,” says the author. “Just Maggie?” asks the barista. “That’s all there is,” says Stiefvater.
After the author leaves, the barista makes herself another one of the drinks and downs the whole thing. It seems made of impossible dreams. The barista is perfectly aware that it is possible to have a coffee that isn’t all-encompassing, that isn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It’s just that now that she’s had this kind, she doesn’t want the other.
me when I worry about something: it’s going to be great when I’m wrong
I mean let’s be honest, my big dirty millennial house wouldn’t even be a house, it would be a goddamn village
two whole photographs. TWO OF THEM! once upon a time I was real nervous about any skin whatever showing but these days I’m kinda…y’know…over it ;D
