the tough burly guys who run the cafeteria and cook are blasting lovefool by the cardigans while they set up for lunch 💕

Every morning we try to time our puppy’s walk so that she gets to take the elevator down with the little girls who live at the end of the hall, who are off to school, to the delight of all! 🥹

My puppy keeps trying to pee all over the Jonathan Adler storefront whenever we’re walking home from daycare. What can I say? She has Taste.

why didn’t anyone tell me the girlies were making ironic (?) sad girl edits on youtube shipping sliwa and mamdani??? helooooko

writing it "f*ck" sickens me. a coward's curse. say fuck or find a different word. get that nasty starfish asshole out of my sight

a certain maniac has at last sunk her teeth into PIERRE

One Melville sentence equates to a line of cocaine, for me. If it’s Moby-Dick, cut in some ketamine!

Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents’ beds, unerringly I rush!

AI is a cancer

dreading the day when the iphone can vote…

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for the time it did me.

I'm losing my mind over how many reviewers are like "GDT's Frankenstein makes you wonder who the real monster is." THAT'S THE STORY! That's the story Shelley wrote!

Essie Davis is the best casting ever to happen — the entire ensemble are very well-suited to their roles!

If anyone can wear white on white and look like a summer breeze personified and not a laundry heap, it’s Phryne Fisher.

The first episode of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries—the whole show, as Jack and Phryne are basically everyone else’s token straight friend couple, but especially the first episode—is just wonderfully, wholly GAY.

Whenever Phryne addresses him directly, Jack is fully erect. If you were on set you would have seen this.

Miranda Otto has such an incredibly sapphic screen presence. Read: Eowyn was my bisexual awakening. And I quite like her as a cold-hearted cocaine-peddling cunt in that one episode of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.

boomers are so fucking entitled

I was texting my boyfriend to tell him how the new bouncer at our regular pub had been super rude to me and our dog (who is best friends with all the bartenders and loves to go say hi to them) and how he refused us entry—

spent half my day at the dog park—mostly so that I could sit with the older ladies whose dogs are friends with mine and discuss local history, israel, nyu as a real estate venture first and a school second, and the country’s political reality, including mamdani’s win ofc. glad our visits overlapped!

the taco bell prize in economics the kirkland’s signature architectural achievement the nathan’s hot dog eating contest slash prize for journalism integrity

i know he’s fun to laugh at but we really need to start enforcing corruption laws again, and the statute of limitations has absolutely not run out

I haven’t exchanged this many broad grins with passing strangers since … honestly I can’t remember?

an old man smoking a fat one complimented my grin and I replied “it’s for mamdani” — corny but true !

AND NOW THE WORK BEGINS

practically skipped down to the pub, where the vibes are immaculate and they’re playing party in the usa

fuck yeah Virginia, fuck yeah New Jersey, FUCK YES NEW YORK CITY

did we do it did we do it DID HE DO IT!!!

whatever happens tonight in nyc... more than two million new yorkers voted in this election. VOTER PARTICIPATION IS BACK, BABY! it's been half a century since we voted on this scale in a local election, so hell yeah. @zohrankmamdani.bsky.social did that!

jfc the language of these nyc proposals is vague and confusing, and there's not sufficient explanation/information -- but don't even get me started on P1, mayoral power grabs, and the importance of local cartographic expertise in any centralized mapping project.

Florence Welch has her finger on the pulse. My pulse, to be precise!

was watching seinfeld the other night — elaine has multiple framed schiele prints on her bedroom wall? maybe it wasn’t her bedroom, but it was definitely her apartment! lmfaoooo nice

in one of my books, a character praises teen vogue (by name) for its political reporting! no more.

well, I understand acupuncture now. only felt two of the many needles stuck in me, most of which were in my neck and wrists. had some mildly psychedelic visions. felt a little high, after. maybe it really will help with the chronic pain!

the lioness doesn’t concern herself with timesheets, she just wants to day drink and eat reese’s pumpkins

Those who build walls are their own prisoners. I'm going to go fulfil my proper function in the social organism. I'm going to go unbuild walls.

damn Florence Welch is doing it again

Found a truly beautiful sentence in my routine anxiety-googling

Yeah, it’s one thing to “not be a hero” and it’s QUITE ANOTHER to *have a nazi tattoo, and not just any nazi symbol, but the sign of the SS division that ran the concentration camps.* The two are very different. And people need to stop saying “he was 21!” because… that’s adulthood, even for men!

I’ve written like six novels, an infinite number of academic papers, plenty of journalistic stuff, and a little unintentional poetry. I do not wish to write this personal statement! I hate this genre! Can I just talk to a human?

My favourite thing in all of Wanstead - the sign marking the good cherry pie of 1752, which one of the builders nicked from a passing pie-seller, for which charged half a guinea. That day we had good cheer / I hope to do so many a year.

might be one of the funniest videos i’ve ever seen

still haven't written this FUCCKING personal statement yet...! would that i could still go without sleep and consume copious uppers would that this desk were a time desk

yes i am a little ashamed that i have succumbed so utterly to mimesis as to mutter "where are my legions!!!" while roaming about the apartment / digging through my bag -- insensitive to the long-dead?

why is god save the king stuck in my head?

snickers cured my syphilis

I am very used to seeing celebrities as I live on the border of their natural habitat (SoHo). But Jane Krakowski is the love of my life, so it’s a little different.

I just passed Jane Krakowski on a SoHo sidewalk. Her eyes, electric in life as on screen, met mine for a brief instant. She was laughing at something her companion had said. Our shoulders brushed. She was dressed neither to attract attention nor to avoid. Are we in love? I still can’t breathe.

I particular like the colours of Vesuvius looking as though someone has fashioned it out of a lump of smooshed-together-different-coloured Play-Doh.

halloween is originally a pagan holiday when the druids would find an old pair of fishnets in the cupboard and wear them with their normal clothes, calling it a 'sexy druid' costume, pretend not to be home when a group of 8-year-olds rang the bell, drink a bottle of white wine and go to bed at 10