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So grateful these two are BFF. #teamriver and #teambrix have my heart so fully.
Cooking for myself is a massive gesture of self-care. Tonight I made a huge casserole dish of the Pioneer Woman’s butternut squash macaroni and cheese. Time spent roasting and mashing the squash, grating the cheese, boiling the noodles, whisking the roux and feeling it thicken as it cooked, toasting the breadcrumbs, and basking in the warm scent of everything coming together in the oven is the best escape I can think of from whatever is on my mind.
Chilly #Caturday hangs.
I met an excellent baby named Molly Mae tonight, but I’m not sure whether I’m allowed to post her photo. Instead, here’s the roasted eggplant tartine I enjoyed just before meeting her. It’s from Forbidden Root and features pickled tomatoes, whipped feta, fresh dill, and sourdough toast. It was a revelation.
Final piece of the Friday mural trifecta.
All painted walls from here on out.
Why is everything so beautiful?
I’m cleaning out the freezer (slowly but surely) and had five stupid-overripe bananas in there... Behold! 🔥🍌🍞 Banana bread just out of the oven 🍞🍌🔥 It’s so good I could cry.
Who knew I lived down the street from a community acupuncture clinic, aka my new favorite place to nap while rocking that Hellraiser look?
About that... #Repost @vichcraft
Hi, gorgeous. #butfirstcoffee
Yes. #Repost @lgbt_history ・・・ “I want a dyke for president. I want a person with aids for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn’t have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn’t the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to aids, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president with no air conditioning, a president who has stood on line at the clinic, at the dmv, at the welfare office and has been unemployed and layed off and sexually harrassed and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a Black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth [and an attitude], someone who has eaten [that nasty] hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and been in therapy. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn’t possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown: always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker, always a liar, always a thief and never caught.” Zoe Leonard (@zzzzzzoya), 1992. @eileen.myles #lgbthistory #HavePrideInHistory #Resist #NowMoreThanEver #RememberPuertoRico #StopKavanaugh #FuckTrump #Night
Favorite. Actually doing a thing on a Friday.
Happy 30th birthday to my sister and best girl. #Repost @hollyworthy ・・・ It’s midnight in Tokyo, so happy birthday to me. The last two weeks have certainly been a gift. As I enter my next decade of life, I’m wishing for strength, opportunity, resilience, and self-compassion.
On our way to the vet. Chill cats...or chillest cats? #teamriver #teambrix