I do not want to be on the computer ... I want to be an elderly Mediterranean man who spends all day sitting outside a cafe and complaining with his friends
(5/7) “We used to work at the same steakhouse together. We were friends, just friends. Her name was Melissa, but everyone called her ‘Benji.’ And she was sweet. Our whole crew was from Brooklyn, so we were spicy. But Benji was sweet. She’s the one saying: ‘That’s not nice..."
OK, Twitter, look - it's time to have a talk. I've been seeing a lot of climate despair on here lately, and I understand it's cathartic to voice your deepest fears, but at this point in time, that despair is also a self-fulfilling prophecy. I work for an environmental charity- 1/
i wish for a really simple life with lots of love. i want babies, a lil garden patch , community , somewhere pretty to hike, & all different types of romantic and platonic love flowing around me. that’s really it 🙂 everything else is extra
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Safe to say I'll be floating around the house for the remainder of the week after ~the~ @katvellos's fireside chat with @metalab this morning.
Kat advocates for friendship with such intention, humility, and tenderness, it's impossible to not feel heard and moved by her work💛
My wish is for everyone to see and humanize these women. They were working so hard to survive and provide for their families and loved ones. They were someone’s mother or aunt or daughter or niece....and loved.
It breaks me that we have to ask for others to see us as human.