my line remains that mobbing, particularly mobbing someone marginalised, is unacceptable. it doesn’t matter to me what was said or done, even if (as in this case) what was said or done was shitty. you’re endangering lives. I don’t think this is that hard, actually.

that live laugh love design on the fully cracked and separating wall would feel too unsubtle on the page

i had also forgotten how gorgeous and austere SF looks in grey morning fog. real eye of sauron shrouded in mist hours at salesforce tower today

(by "good to be back" i obviously mean "don't talk to me until i've had my coffee!!!" or something)

yeah, I think that’s about the shape of it. I don’t want a kid, but a little baby? turns out that’s very much what I want

I used to swear that I would treat any pet of mine as a dignified companion rather than a child, but unfortunately Roxy and my baby niece inspire similar responses in me (adorable/surprisingly astute/to be protected)

a fateful occasion! I think I was just about to fly to the US for the first time, amusingly

we met at a bbq in the park in london in like 2011 and have simply never lost touch since

it’s good to be reminded that not everyone is as dead to this shit as I have become

Sankey diagram or no

the world is harrowing and everything is difficult but it is nice to think about this one extraordinary thing that somehow went completely right

a cute story I remembered, though: Isaac bought me a small, stylish cutting board for my birthday during that time, saying it was for our future kitchen. I used it all the time and it always made me feel hopeful about the future. we still have it! it gets used daily, in our kitchen, which we own

but what if it eats my whole life!! I’m already very tired!

on one hand i am thirty or forty years old and do not need this; on the other hand i would have the full force of cardboard lady behind me and also??? something something advocating for my neighbours against a frankly incompetent property management company