hello, there are 3 extremely important facts you must know
1. it is definitely me writing this an not anybody else. my wife has not taken my laptop to impersonate me on tumbr dot com.
2. even though i am tired in the mornings i get out of bed to make my wife a cup of tea bc i love her and i am the Only True Male Feminist
3. i have a Very, Very cute face when i am sleeping
today is my 30th birthday and the gift i would like is for every person who reads this post to try and do some small nice thing for themself (but don’t worry if you can’t)
also if you could donate to an effective charity that would be awesome, especially AMF, GiveDirectly and IRAP
also it would make me happy if people reblogged this post but you don’t have to
“Can you turn the air boy to cool mode? Because I’m pretty damp right now.” (Me to Esther just now, about an air conditioner)
“Okay, Mr. Heart. You’re getting cut up and put with the quinoa.”
-Esther, chopping an artichoke
(Esther, after I told her I was making this post: “oh god, we’re so SWPL. We’re so, so SWPL”)
Some things Esther has said tonight which have a #quotes-like quality:
“It was the first thing that came to my mind that would be bad for an ear to be made of.”
“There have to be some rationalists who like dill.”
Some of the mystifying things Esther has yelled in her sleep since moving here (exactly one month ago):
“I want the moon to kill me!”
“I don’t want to die, I want to eat potatoes!”
“The moon will die! The sun will die!”
(These were from three different nights)
From last night (both in very distraught voice):
“Why is the moon made of the moon?!”
“Why does God want the moon?!”
Esther got me this shirt for my birthday – hot off CafePress, the only one of its kind
(It’s based on an injoke of ours, although it’s the kind of injoke whose meaning can be inferred without additional context, once one has heard it)
Me, trying to describe to Esther why I find Habitica more frustrating than helpful: “I already have enough apps … spewing me with their own … matrices of shit”
Some of the mystifying things Esther has yelled in her sleep since moving here (exactly one month ago):
“I want the moon to kill me!”
“I don’t want to die, I want to eat potatoes!”
“The moon will die! The sun will die!”
(These were from three different nights)
Hint #2: I’m not the only one! <3