be busy. busy not checking messages. busy reading those books you never started or finished. busy having a good night of sleep. busy taking care of yourself and your skin. busy moving your body. busy helping your community. busy reflecting on your life and what you can improve. busy doing things aside from the capitalistic viewpoint of “productivity.” busy slowing down.
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
my favourite ever literary trope is “you want me to be a villain? i’ll show you a villain” that shit gives me goosebumps and given the right context also turns me on
"they must have been on drugs when they made this!" = dismissive assumption
"they must have been eating rotisserie chicken when they made this!" = insightful deduction
i remember a friend and i used to play around in the cemetery as kids and make up elaborate stories about the people buried there, i still find them pretty nice and not so much creepy
cemeteries aren't creepy they're actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity
looking at the little fragile scraps of your life, trying to arrange them into the fabric of dragonfly wings. you'd rather be icarus, right? that's why you cry at the hymn. you want so badly out of this tower - good lord. you'd burn just for the chance for it.
god damn this is a QUILT ('late day shadows' by nancy messier)
everyone younger than me is having a baby and everyone older than me has 3+ roommates and everyone the same age as me fell down a biiiiiiiiiiig flight of stairs
regardless of whether it's a real phenomenon or not i have to hand it to spontaneous human combustion for being such a deceptively professional-sounding combination of words for the funniest explanation for anything on the planet. cause of death: their body just did that.
my intellectual tma comic