If you wonder why I am the way I am, consider that my mother, who is tone deaf, would not sing me lullabies when I was small but instead recited the Canterbury Tales until I fell asleep
If you wonder why I am the way I am, consider that my mother, who is tone deaf, would not sing me lullabies when I was small but instead recited the Canterbury Tales until I fell asleep
1300 easily, 1200 with effort. About the same as in Japanese, oddly enough!
there are millions of people in the world who do not understand how to step onto and off of escalators, and they all take turns visiting London
"Mommy, I want to go home. Soft play is too dark and"โa child dressed as Spiderman brushes pastโ"Spiderman keeps touching me."
I'm trying to find the humor in this insane system but it's not easy! Thank you
just had an appointment that I waited 6 months for which I thought was THE appointment but no, I am now on the waiting list. the 12-18 month waiting list ๐
wile e coyote painting a tunnel on a wall
nhs: hey ๐ there's a light at the end of the tunnel ๐
the tunnel in question:
thought I'd been on a 3+ month waiting list for mental healthcare only to find out my GP didn't refer me until yesterday. this has crushed my spirit more than I can describe. I hate it here AND it never stops fucking raining
ๅซใญใไธใฎไธญใฃใฆ
there really is a particular type of misogynistic abuse I only get when I'm with my toddler. men fucking hate their mothers, I guess
many would say definitely don't do it for that reason
RT if you're tired
in the 90s when eBay kicked off my dad started selling his old playboy and penthouse mags, and according to family legend, his mint copy of the issue of playboy featuring the first Black playmate of the month is now in the Smithsonian collection ๐ซก I had no business knowing all that as a 9 year old
Running into people you like is honestly an underrated part of what makes life feel worth living
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night.
got on what I thought was the 55 bus. eventually noticed it was going a different way. asked the man across the aisle:
"is this the 55?"
"no, it's the 20 to Debden," scathingly.
"oh? it said 55 on the back..."
"no, it didn't."
"sorry?"
"no, it didn't."
(it did.)
nobody else is brave enough to tell you that the best part of Marty Supreme is when they ghostride the whip
reading Pynchon at soft play
the horror was dully lodged in my brain until I said it out loud and it ripped through me
cosmic misery
A moment that changed me: in the bombed-out ruins of an apartment block, I saw a book Iโd translated
I feel strongly it's the papasan chair but who has room??
On translating trauma in The End of August and summoning rituals to try to reach a place far removed from language: allwrongsreversed.net/2026/01/06/i...
On the gift of the most-repeated phrase in The End of August, and how no translator is an island: allwrongsreversed.net/2026/01/06/i...
I put the final couple of essays I wrote about translating The End of August up on my website. Happy new year!
thanks, wasn't sure
new year's day in my neighborhood means a working men's club with a dj playing the fall with a projection of despicable me 2 behind him
I know I don't succeed, but look how hard I try.
today's the day. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna go to the pharmacy and ask for pseudoephedrine