K Lucian Jones (Kit)

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The main cast of the movie The Lost Boys against a red background
Howl, a black and white sphynx cat, sitting on the arm of a burgundy chair and watching a music video offscreen
A white plate with a mound of gnocchi in curry sauce sprinkled with cilantro and two crispy brown salmon fillets next to it
Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman in Batman Returns
Asami, in the movie Audition, wearing long black butchers' gloves and holding a piano wire and grinning
Howl, a black and white sphynx, sleeping in a pile of blankets under blue lighting
Teto, a gray sphynx cat, and Howl, a black and white sphynx cat, sitting in a tan cat bed under the window
A soft, maternal chuckle. "Then grant her the same thing. You cannot stop others from loving you, you know, or from being noble about it."
Once upon a time, Selena would have gone up to the house, walked around it, looking in the windows. Once upon a time, she could talk without worrying about it, and didn't run every sentence through her head a dozen times first. Once upon a time had come and gone and there were no happily ever afters. She let go of her suitcase, untangled Copper's leash, and put her hand on the stone wall.
MOST WATCHED ACTOR Keanu Reeves MOST WATCHED DIRECTOR David Cronenberg
I'm in Alaska now. I've got a hot tub set up. You and me, Finch. We're gonna sit in this and stare at the stars and flip them off. You and me. I love you.
... looking back, I think maybe I interpret friendship different than they do. Maybe that was my issue going in. Note to self: everyone's brains function way different than mine. Yeah so basically, I'm intense and they're not. Not to say they don't like their penpals! They totally do! Just in a different way. Oh god, am I too intense for you? Are you more like them? I'm sorry if I'm coming off too strong, I can scale back. Do I need to scale back? No, no. You would've said something. I know and trust that you would've. And since you didn't, I can safely assume I am okay. Phew. Having a day here.
The poster shows a teenage boy coming out from a nearly invisible DeLorean with lines of fire trailing behind. The boy looks astonishedly at his wristwatch. The title of the film and the tagline "He was never in time for his classes ... He wasn't in time for his dinner ... Then one day ... he wasn't in his time at all" appear at the extreme left of the poster, while the rating and the production credits appear at the bottom of the poster.
Screenshot of the weather app Chicago 13F Feels Like 4F H: 22 L: 8
STARVATION SCARS MORE THAN the stomach. It's a permanent state of being. Even if you eat again, and eat well, changing the is to has won't undo the damage. Your grandmother's famine, that anorexic summer you endured for a best friend's wedding, good old-fashioned American poverty--different methods, same results. That pang never quite fades, waiting for you to accidentally miss lunch or to stress past the tipping point, encoded into your goddamn genetics.
The building is like a thousand others in the Chicago interior: arranged out of lumpy salmon brick molded from Lake Michigan clay, slapped together post-fire to cover the ruins of a block turned to ash. I doubt anyone expected something so cheap to last into the next century, but if we're known for anything here, it's stubbornness.
A crumb topped pie with little spots of red cranberry juice peeking out around the edges
Spatchcocked barbecued turkey sitting on a sheet pan
"And you still think there's no room for me in your daily life." He flinched. Like all men, he hated hearing his own words repeated back to him, as though they should have real meaning or consequence. He looked vaguely ashamed. "It sounds so embarrassing when you say it."
("I just don't think anger is a healthy emotion," someone had said to Kristen once. Possibly in a group therapy session. Possibly after sex. "That sounds like a personal problem," she had replied.)
"It's America, so remember to dress like a girl," Sumter had joked. (Well. "Joked." He was laughing when he said the words. Somehow that made it into a joke. Or at least, it made it into a thing she was supposed to laugh at. Kristen considered it a major failure of early childhood education that students were encouraged to learn the difference between laughing with and laughing at, without ever learning about laughing for, or how often in life they would be asked to laugh for someone else.)
Kristen isn't sure how many CEOs hug their CTOs that way, but things are emotional, and Sumter is from California, where people have more feelings.
"Where was I? Oh right, so here's the thing, Cat. You were looking for the weak one in the flock, right? The one you could draw aside and push over the edge. Isolate from everyone and feed upon, but see, that was the first flaw in your logic: I'm not a lost lamb. I'm a black sheep. These are two very different things."
Needle felted ornaments in a variety of sea creature shapes: lobster, crayfish, seahorse, and crab
Okay, so there were odd things about this villa. Wafting chills, odd sounds, movement when there shouldn't be any, but looking out at this glorious landscape, this pristine day, did it really matter? This was peace. Vacation. Here, now, while the rest of them were sightseeing. It seemed to Anna that the concept of "vacation" was antithetical to the concept of "family." Vacation required vacancy. The abandonment of all scraps of everyday life.
“No, that’s not. That’s not what I meant.” I stumbled over the words. “I just, I’m afraid. My last ex was. Is. She. We fell into a really bad rut for a long time. I don’t want to do that again, but I’m not sure how to avoid it.” Jaime was silent for several long minutes. His arms were still around me but they had gone limp, and I could feel him withdrawing. “Every relationship is different,” he finally said. “We don’t have to repeat our mistakes.” I shook my head slightly. “Every relationship is different, yes, but I’m still the same me,” I told him. “I don’t know if I know how to tell when it’s time to walk away. I don’t trust myself.” “If you walk away before things even begin, will you ever learn that?” His voice was quiet and a little sad. I felt myself drawn in by his vulnerability and repulsed by it at the same time. I leaned into him and felt his arms tighten around me in response. “You have a point,” I said softly. “I guess I’m most afraid of being the one people are leaning on, only to have them withdraw when I finally need something from them.” “You’re leaning on me right now,” he said, and I laughed.
Selfie, wearing red fox ears with fuschia hair
those devices as well. And so for the type one community to be exclusive, in this moment, in this grand opportunity for all of us to celebrate together, really sort of broke me down in a way, you know, I was like, Why? Why can't we just keep this open? Why can't we make this a win for everyone? Instead of saying, quote, unquote, type two people don't use these devices? And I think that the reason why it was like it was like a jab in my heart is I think that that claiming does something in society, right? It, it functions to show us that large groups of the diabetes are the type one community feel like, maybe type two diabetics aren't using that technology, because they're the ones who don't care. And they're the ones that the stereotype is about. And so that shows me that we have pockets in our type one community that buy into the stereotype just like the public does.
Ruth was constantly battling her blood sugar, especially when funds ran low and she had to ration her insulin--then her blood sugar would hover too high, and she'd drop weight rapidly. She'd become an expert at dosing, at rationing, at knowing the smallest amount she could inject without going into ketoacidosis and having to trek to the ER. High blood sugar wouldn't kill her—at least not imminently, not like the lows, She lived by the adage, the phrase drilled into her head by every doctor since diagnosis: better to be high than low. But sometimes she pushed it too far, even if out of necessity.
Don't be a LOST SHEEP! Do you know a LOST SHEEP? Are YOU a LOST SHEEP? LOST SHEEP are those who have strayed from the Love and Truth of their Creator. This may include: • Liars • Fornicators • Gamblers • Thieves • Hypocrites • Idolators • Atheists • Homosexuals • Punk Rockers • Goths • Witches • Feminists WE CAN HELP PURIFY THEIR SINS!
Frame from Tomie (1998), where Tomie says "You know, men are all worthless animals."
Photo of a scene in Pumpkinead (1988), with a sign saying "LEAVING HOPE"
Teto, a gray sphynx cat, sitting in front of the TV, watching a scene from Videodrome
Selfie of me leaning over with Howl, a small black and white sphynx cat, sitting on my back
The Purple Viscount (Clitopilus violetus) has a wide rounded cap of varying violet to purple hues, topped with patchy wart-like scales. It excretes a sticky syrup-like substance when disturbed. It is said to taste of your mother's dying whisper. —Field Guide to Common Mushrooms of the Pamogo Forest, T. F. Greengarb (1978)
Album cover for Depeche Mode's Violator, depicting a red rose against a black background
There used to be an internet meme about the ordeal of being known, or something like that. But Jamie has always believed the truest joy in life is when someone else holds in their hands a relief map to all your most errant nonsense. Money is fake, fame is bullshit, but intimacy is bloody treasure.
We so often talk about "chosen family" as if it's the lack of choice that's the problem. Maybe instead of trying to replicate familial structures, especially
My letterboxd recent activity, Thunderbolts, Candyman (2021), A Nightmare on Elm Street 4, A Nightmare on Elm Street 3
Perhaps the downside of being a witch is too much awareness of your own feelings. You spend so much time trying to sink to the bottom of your own emotional lagoon so you can dredge up one honest want, that you stop being able to hide your feelings from yourself. This is annoyingly therapeutic, and it's ruined Jamie for Jacobean theater and Romantic poetry. Whenever Jamie experiences a strong emotion, she's the first to know, which never used to be the case. And most of the time, Jamie has to act on it.
A role is a relationship. That means you don't control your role, but you can negotiate it. People expect things from you that might not be reasonable. When you find yourself blamed for a low-quality product (and that will happen), whoever is blaming you probably suffers from role confusion. Maybe they think your job is to beat the product with the Magic Mallet of Quality before it ships, and they think you didn't hit it hard enough. When you're clear about your role-when you have negotiated it-you have a foundation for setting expectations in any situation that may arise. However, even a clear and appropriate testing role is a demanding one.
Three pint jars sitting on the counter, full of golden orange jam
I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams Above a photo of agent cooper from Twin Peaks
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. Anne Lamott Bird by Bird
A black plate with six small square bars dotted with dark sweet cherries
Two quart mason jars with red silicone lids, a little over half full with mashed fruit and sugar
A bowl full of sesame noodles topped with shredded Napa cabbage, julienned cucumber, ham and scrambled egg, green onions, toasted peanuts and chilli crisp
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You are... The Pain Artisan 100.0% match Pain, to you, is an art form-a language spoken through the body. Whether you're the one crafting it or the one receiving it, you understand its nuances, its ebb and flow. You know how to wield it with precision or surrender to it with grace, finding pleasure in its intensity. For you, pain is not just a sensation but a journey, a way to explore limits, vulnerability, and trust. It's a dance where every sting, every ache, is a note in a symphony only you and your partner can hear.
Mia, Takuzo and Shinpei from Two Husbands One Wife embracing, and the caption below reads: Me, the bad bitch and our boyfriend I pulled by being autistic
Selfie, short purple hair with the sides cropped short, red frame glasses, olive green tank
A cast iron pan full of fried rice dotted with green onions and topped with fried garlic slices
First edition cover of On the Beach by Nevil Shute
Batman Returns movie poster featuring Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman
A whale shaped lime rosewater popsicle
Sitting at my desk after therapy, Teto sitting on my shoulder and purring
Selfie, wearing gray distressed denim shorts and an olive green tank
Selfie, black tank with the word Creepy on it inside a bat frame, tattoos visible on my right arm, red frame glasses