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Cake day: 2022年4月2日

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  • just had my first male-fail, i’m so happy!!

    holiday season hadn’t been too kind to me and I’ve been skipping on the depression walks. but yesterday i managed to drag myself out for a quick walk in the dark.

    it’s freaking cold; i put on a lot of layers, a beanie on my head, and a scarf around my neck and face. you could only see my eyes and my longish hair flowing from the sides of the beanie, which gave me a rather androgynous look.

    as i was walking along the sidewalk, i approached a car trying to back out of a garage. there was someone outside directing the driver and they said something like “hang on, let the lady cross”

    way to unintentionally make my entire year







  • I don’t know how relatable this is to other L2 English speakers, but I used to truly despise this language. I hated it on principle. I hated what people used it for in the false name of “freedom”. I hated its inconsistencies and its spelling and its grammar. I hated that I was forced to learn it at a young age in order to be able to talk to other people that were forced to learn it in similar circumstances.

    But I’ve come around in recent years. I realized that it’s just a language, after all. You can use it to create good and nice and beautiful things. I’d never really delved into English poetry though.

    That is to say, thanks for posting this poem. I really dig it and I doubt I would’ve discovered it on my own.





  • When I was younger, maybe junior high, I got roped into watching my 3 month old niece while my sister got her hair done. So there I am, sitting in the waiting area of a hair salon with my niece, and who walks in but Linus Torvalds!

    I was nervous as fuck, and just kept looking at him as he read a magazine and waited, but didn’t know what to say. Pretty soon though my niece started crying, and I’m trying to quiet her down because I didn’t want her to bother Linus, but she just wouldn’t stop. Pretty soon he gets up and walks over. He started running his hands through her hair and asking what was wrong. I replied that she was probably hungry or something. So, Linus put down his magazine, picked up my niece and lifted his shirt. He breast fed her right there in the middle of a hair salon. Chill guy, really nice about it.