What If Every Tumblr User Suddenly Looses Their Mouse?

Where's my Jewish phrase for when you people are being irrevocably horny?

Oh Laika, patron saint of one way trips, I hope our sun is a warm yellow ball to forever play with.

"Oh dear, you have a lot of… things." The cyborg looked up. "The word is prosthetics." "So much machinery. Don't you worry you will stop being human?" "Oh, there is a line I will not cross." "What line is that?" "I will not question another person's humanity."

unfortunately, “it’s complicated” continues to be the correct answer to most questions worth asking. yeah I’m annoyed about it too

Collect shitty knives and used lighters. Carry one of each in your pocket, they’ll come in handy. Straight up who’s gonna stop you now? Pick up a balisong and learn some tricks, it’ll be so sick when you can show them to someone you really like later. Same with zippos, play around and see if you can flick it in a unique way, and make it muscle memory. Throw your keys and some useful shit on a carabiner and put it on your belt. Wallet chains too, you can’t deny how sick they are. Fuck, hop on a skateboard, the impact of the ground becomes cathartic when you remember what it’s all for. Listen to lots of music and develop lots of opinions on it, before you know it you’ll have a back catalogue of shit to talk to people about, and then you’ll suddenly be someone who has sick recommendations. You can also just be a bit of a hooligan, climb shit, jump on it, have so much visible, mischievous fun that it’s contagious. Wear really shitty smudgy makeup and OWN it, it’s so hot. Shoulder check your pals and smile at them cheekily, make special handshakes with them, doesn’t matter if you have “your boys”, play with whoever is near, don’t wait til it’s perfect and the time is right

You can just start doing stuff whenever you want

the illustration // the inspiration

did you know sometimes the holy trinity was represented as a trio of hares in medieval manuscripts? man I love history

Stickers here

Letter to Abraham

Dear Abraham,

I wouldn’t have done it,

And that’s all I’m going to say.

I would have screamed

I would have rebelled

I would have chased God away throwing stones at his back

I would never have even thought of hurting my child

I wouldn’t have done it,

And that’s all I’m going to say.

Do you know how many parents have followed your lead?

Setting their gay children,

Their trans children,

Their beautiful innocent children

Down on an altar because you, monster, did it first?

I wouldn’t have done it,

And that’s all I’m going to say.

Why couldn’t you see what an evil it was?

Don’t you know what a parent is for? To love, to protect?

I’d have stood between God and my child like a lioness protecting my lamb from slaughter,

I’d have roared at him for daring even to ask,

I would never have relied on the mercy of an evil thing that demanded child-blood spilt in its honor

I wouldn’t have done it,

And that’s all I’m going to say.

We compare Loki to fire because watching a flame, you witness how truly free it is. Fire is unpredictable, it’s constantly in motion. You never know what it’ll do, where it’s going to go, or where it’s going to stop. You can never know if it’ll grow tall enough to make a building collapse, or if it’ll die down by itself when you press the trigger of a lighter. And still, fire is dancing: it’s bouncy and bright, it feels so alive and joyous. Fire is an enemy, a pest and a troublemaker, but it’s also a friend, especially when you’re freezing to your bones in the cold.

what the "go outside and touch grass" sayers dont know that if you go outside and touch grass for long enough you cross an event horizon in which you become significantly weirder and more fucked up than any chronically online asshole can be. and they like those people even less.

“To think of the Midwest as a whole as anything other than beautiful is to ignore the extraordinary power of the land. The lushness of the grass and trees in August, the roll of the hills (far less of the Midwest is flat than outsiders seem to imagine), the rich smell of soil, the evening sunlight over a field of wheat, or the crickets chirping at dusk on a residential street: All of it, it has always made me feel at peace. There is room to breathe, there is a realness of place. The seasons are extreme, but they pass and return, pass and return, and the world seems far steadier than it does from the vantage point of a coastal city. Certainly picturesque towns can be found in New England or California or the Pacific Northwest, but I can't shake the sense that they're too picturesque. On the East Coast, especially, these places seem to me aggressively quaint, unbecomingly smug, and even xenophobic, downright paranoid in their wariness of those who might somehow infringe upon the local charm. I suspect this wariness is tied to the high cost of real estate, the fear that there might not be enough space or money and what there is of both must be clung to and defended. The West Coast, I think, has a similar self-regard...and a beauty that I can't help seeing as show-offy. But the Midwest: It is quietly lovely, not preening with the need to have its attributes remarked on. It is the place I am calmest and most myself.”

Curtis Sittenfeld, American Wife

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Finally, someone gets it.