so Xena was kinda stuck with her

like what else are you gonna do with a really eager best friend when your husbands keep dying

the issue was that no one could top Xena for Gabrielle, the one worth being

(cos she was a dangerous person with many enemies on a redemption arc)

the issue isnt that there was no man that was man enough for Xena: Warrior Princess

i watched enough of it to know

she got married a couple times

they mostly got murdered

tell me i wasnt talking about being a cannibal on twitter years ago and you would be a liar with the wrong facts

was it supposed to be 'negging'

was it supposed to be 'hot'

like some real deal alpha shit?

cos it was disgusting

appropriative losers with your little polished gem rocks from the child mine store that also sella nag champa

honestly sounds like your soul is prejudiced like why white and California? Nepal is wonderful what's wrong with being nepalese?

get the fuck outta here

what? buddhism called to you, is for you, but your soul was so unserious you were born a white person in California?

what are you gonna be? an undisclosed covert crypto buddhist?

that's sex under false pretenses that's rape

i am dead set serious re: new age people

it isnt a funny joke

do not ever be a white person in light linens around me trying to chat me up about buddha i will end you

the call is coming from inside the house (America)

there are more christian zionist heretics than zionist jews on planet earth and in simply america

so i would go back to the drawing board maybe

the christian zionists ultimately mean to sacrifice the zionist jews and they dont care about the hippie ones either cos they are just crunchy freaks in sweaters who shop organic

talking about venezuela now

prolly your fault for expectations in the first place

im just saying bitcoin people are boring as fuck. all they ever fucking talk about. just on and on with this shit.

Maybe the real treasury companies were the friends we made along the way

Butternut squash #soupstr and pear fontina grilled cheese sammies are gone, gone, gone... The soup was simple, just roasted butternut squash, shallot, sage, and ginger sauteed, I used a little honey but the recipe called for brown sugar and I really don't think it needed either, nutmeg, cumin, broth, and I threw in a little bit of cream. Blend it all up at the end and YUM! We added some sausage for a little extra texture, I enjoyed it without. #foodstr

goodluck with your loveless craft, your loveless marriage, your loveless family, your loveless community.

i wont be praying for you

that would be emotional drunkeness.

thank god you are not emotionally drunk enough to think words matter, right?

or that words are spells?

or that wishes count for fuck all?

prayers?

if they did, matter at all, words, spells, wishes, the prayers of the children of gaza, their wishes, the words of the little babies in sudan, the wishes of children all around this world, would've done something by now.

i sat there for hours wanting a cigarette and listening to people talk to each other. i was alone. no one came to talk to me. i couldnt even stand by the door to wait for someone to walk by to ask for water.

anyway, two people were talking about someone's drunkenness

and how they would be fine if they could just dry out

and i knew then

whose fucking fault this was

There’s another kind of intoxication we rarely name…emotional drunkenness.

It works the same way as being a drunk. Your field of vision shrinks. Your judgment warps. You might not wake up in a literal ditch, but you’ll find yourself in one of the metaphorical kinds, wondering how you got there.

If you’re trying to build something that lasts (a craft, a marriage, a family, a community), you can’t afford to live in that fog. Clarity isn’t optional. It’s the price of building well.

The part that makes it harder is that drunks don’t just want another drink. They want someone to drink with them. This world is full of people ready to sell you the emotional hit you’re already craving, and plenty more who are three drinks deep and looking for company.

Stay away from both.

The work that matters requires a clear head. Not because feeling is wrong, but because building something worth keeping demands you stay awake for it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​