The very cute café I am in has got the right idea about life, tbh.
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Lux Winter
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50% Reich-Ranicki, 50% riot grrrl | PhD Northern Irish Women's Writing & Trauma Studies; accidental music sociologist writing about identities and lost voices | Writes about books, cats, punk, & cake. | ADHDeath before Decaf | She/Her 🏳️🌈
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I read a book again, at last! For someone who does this for a living, I seem to be doing awfully little reading at the moment. “How High We Go In The Dark” was absolutely spectacular, if incredibly dark at the same time, all while being hopeful and bright as well.
Follows interlinked stories over a period of 100 years set in a dystopian future – a study on the overwhelm of existing in a dying world. Hard recommend.
#books #bookstodon #LuxBooks
Given that nothing else is working out in my life right now, I’m at least getting that one tattoo finished. Yay?
New Year’s brunch courtesy of @manwithoutatan – strawberry champagne white chocolate French toast. I’m going to count this as an omen for the new year.
My cat Theo (Adorno) is still a little spooked, having only been here for two days and having met two other cats. As he is cautiously exploring his holiday home, I walk into the kitchen to @manwithoutatan telling him earnestly:
“Two days ago the world still seemed okay. …Not to me.”
(Bonus live footage of Theo realising the weird box took him to a weird place with weird cats that are not Jones)
#catsofmastdn #catsofmastodon #cats
Tell me your #ADHD meds are working without telling me your ADHD meds are working.
My parents‘ cat is the chonkiest, cutest, most cross-eyed, geriatric unit™ on the planet.
Lieke Marsman – The Opposite of a Person
“Or: fear as something which cannot access your core, but which understands how to surround that core, to brick it in. Bathe it in that wretched yellow light.”
Climate scientist Ida takes an internship at a climate research institute in the Alps. An extraordinary work reflecting on climate grief, senses of self and (un)belonging, and the limits of language. Soft, yet sharp writing in a brilliant translation by Sophie Collins.