Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.
I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said “look! It’s snowing!” so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn’t the first snow and it won’t be the last but wasn’t it lovely, like that?
How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.
This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you’ve been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn’t it beautiful - I promise, you’ve been helping.
I second this, I was late to the first one. Like ik the point is that it’s spontaneous or whatever but mass hallucinations are fun gonch dang it!
can we PLEASE start goncharov posting again i miss it so bad
girls don’t want romance, girls want fair pay for all the striking employees (and maybe the ceos houses to burn down)
Yes
Definitely
Absolutely
for your consideration: dead boy detectives where everything is the same except the gloves edwin (left) and charles (right) wear are these vivienne westwood ones
I'm not a socially awkward introvert. I'm a socially awkward extrovert. I am perfectly capable of carrying a conversation, but I'll carry it like a seagull carries a french fry. Snatching it from your fingers and flying off faster than you can process, and then taking it somewhere weird.
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I feel personally victimized that there was no option for gay AND European.
Yeah no that’s the most heartbreaking tag, brb ima go cry
What's interesting to me is Monty is not sixteen in really any sense. In terms of how long he's been human he's a week or two old and in terms of how long he's been alive he could be anywhere from a year to four centuries. Do you think he wished he'd gotten to grow up to "sixteen"? To be a child first?
gender is a performance and i am but a reluctant backstage emo whose parents made them sign up for tech crew as an Extracurricular
Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
The fact that this is 80 fucking years ago but still just as relevant is terrifying.