i’m not a “woo woo” person in the slightest. don’t believe in anything fun or fantastic or spooky or whatever. Not even astrology. and yet i’ve been sleeping so poorly the last several nights that i’ve gotten delusional enough to think my apartment might have a ghost
i read an icelandic crime novel where a character with an androgynous first name is simply never cast one way or the other. like throughout an entire series of novels a single character’s gender is left deliberately ambiguous to the reader
as far as plots go, it’s hard to top “Someone Was Murdered and Everyone in the Town Who Looks Normal is Secretly Doing Fucked Up Shit”
i think my actual dream job would be writing tv shows about sullen detectives who are constantly in a state of “trying to quit smoking”. how do i get that gig
kinda funny how there are these two cultural moments going on right now: 1) scapegoating random shit as “causing autism” 2) rampant self-diagnosis of autism
like why are we so afraid of The Children getting autism if every third bitch on tiktok already has it…..just pick one…..
