the only reasons i keep my facebook account are for my facebook-loving boomer mother and for the absolute treasure trove that is facebook marketplace, specifically in nyc. amid the most gorgeous guitars, the antique furniture, and the reupholstered cushions, you will also find the wildest items and unhinged seller descriptions. it’s the best thing in the world. i torture myself on a regular basis looking at the stuff on there and you can too 🫶
quite possibly one of my favorite pastime, i LOVE scrolling through facebook marketplace. i sound like every boyfriend roping their s/o into getting something random but TRUST, there’s just so much to enjoy on there. obv there’s the actual good finds but there is a certain magic that comes with your random finds. just so you all see what i’m talking about, i present to you the following:)
i am very possibly the world's biggest advocator for facebook marketplace. think thrifting but you can look up what you want. and no insane depop upcharging. also promotion of sustainability!!
the flowering orchard/vincent van gogh/1888 when i was in college for (tw) musical theatre we were given an assignment to go to the met and sit with a painting we liked for 20 minutes. no distractions, just you looking at the painting for a full 20. it was supposed to be an exercise in attentiveness and spatial awareness, in noticing your thoughts and letting them pass. very meditative and honestly a wonderful experience to give to an acting student. except i was 19, insufferable, and genuinely considering the possibility that i was having a spiritual heart-to-heart with the long dead painter vincent van gogh. I remember choosing this painting because of the brown streaks across the branches; they looked harsh, quickly slashed with the brush that carefully painted other parts of the piece. i wondered if they were intentional. i wondered if anyone else thought that they weren’t. i wondered and wondered and wondered until i began to feel as though i knew exactly what those slash marks were, why they were there, how they had come to be. I couldn’t tell you now, though. i took this crooked picture and left the room. I don’t remember what vincent and i spoke about, but i’ve now stood before countless other paintings and spoken to their artists, too. i’ve learned that this mediumship isn’t esp, it’s art, and it’s actually the whole point. lmk what vinny says to you if you visit him 🫶
one of the best shows ever not even kidding i DONT wanna hear it refusing to watch anime is such loser behavior and you are only denying yourself the privilege of watching one the most affective and intense stories ever told
ppl talk a lot about avoiding the news to focus on self-care and there is merit to that for sure cuz we're not meant to see all these horrors so much all the time. but lately i've been thinking about how essential and cathartic it is to protest in small and big ways. to say with our full chest that actually things ARE fucked up rn. activism honors our humanity in a way that is deeply transformative. feeling all the grief and anger--and doing something with it--means we're not cut off from ourselves or our fellow earthlings. it's so healing to live in line with our values!!!!