I’ll listen and talk and learn between them, and maybe, just maybe, everything works out.
Indigo glossed streams cascade down a mountainside
oh how i used to sing my praises to those mornings. to lie and say i still do would be committing a sin.
My mouth is salivating, and my head is pounding. I should probably get a trash can. Fuck.
No matter where I am or who I’m surrounded by, I can always find solace in myself, as I embrace myself dearly.
And after everything, my past will never change. And I will continue to be the person I am.
And this string hugs me. And this eruv holds my hand.
after you passed, i listened to this one song by the microphones a lot.
Dear reader, ahead of you lies a story littered with death—that of people, of land, of hope, of resistance, and empire. Which deaths you encounter depend on the choices you make. Your choices are, of course, the means to the ends you desire. So choose wisely.
There’s a line in The Princess and the Frog that says “the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” which is a sentiment that only feels like it becomes increasingly true as I get older.
From masterdocs listing lesbians to colourful hook-up maps, university town lesbians have repeated a historical mantra; when you lack a third space, go to third base.
If you were hungry enough, you would bite your own foot off. Chew through the bone, leave your severed foot limp in your stomach like nothing had happened. You would sustain yourself.
by jahna bird
consider:
love as a butch
who makes everything
easy.
In the final act of Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus, the titular character kills the two men who perpetrated the rape and mutilation of his daughter.
R – robot, n
: a machine that resembles a living creature in being capable of moving independently (as by walking or rolling on wheels) and performing complex actions (such as grasping and moving objects)
If you want to feel beyond human capability. Sink your teeth in. Tear at the flesh of another. Let the blood mix with the salt water. Find the liver.
n another week the rain will sweep our bones together and
we will be some vast and bloated thing