Jo Burch (@paperbarkburch) 's Twitter Profile
Jo Burch

@paperbarkburch

Maker. Writer. Drinker of too much tea. they/them {profile pic via @sangledhere, from picrew} 🏳️‍🌈

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calendar_today30-04-2009 17:05:50

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i try to talk to strangers on the internet like we are chatting in line at the grocery store together. some of u talk to strangers on the internet like you are having active road rage at all times

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“An afternoon matinee will have fewer people and thus lower plague exposure,” I thought cleverly. Youngest: immediately dumps his entire box of m&ms into the cupholder for ease of access. 🤦🏻

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After three repetitions of "May I have your attention please. This train is holding due to single tracking. We are awaiting our turn" the automated voice switched to "this train will move" in a tone that suggested desperation rather than promise.

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At the park. A phone rang. The mom answered it, while her child (who had been contentedly playing across the playground) absolutely sprinted over in order to lay across her lap and roar like a dinosaur for the duration of the call.

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The only downside to showing my kids the Lord of the Rings movies is they now know exactly how much of my personality is centered around them 😬 I turned on my autumn playlist and Eldest goes “this is all just Lord of the Rings music played by different people”

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My father: guards the thermostat like a budgeting dragon Me: teaches my early-rising kid to turn up the heat when they get up to preheat the house for the rest of us

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Sitting in the dentist waiting room. I complimented someone’s hat, she complimented my hair, then she leaned over and whispered “this is not my favorite place.” “Mine either,” I whispered back, and my silent panic attack subsided in the moment of solidarity.