Thinking About The Trans Lichenologist Who, While Still Mostly Closeted And Publishing Under Her Dead

I am as the poets say, a disaster.

being critical of academia because it’s heavily hierarchical and systemically racist, and saying that individuals within academia are in no way more qualified to discuss academic subjects than non-academics are two completely different things. sjcjdjahe i swear some people think that to get a history degree you just read like. commercial biographies and watch hamilton. idk how to tell you all this but tiktok doesn’t have a peer review process

Listen. Do it for the aesthetic. If you want to fill an entire 20 dollar sketchbook with anatomy drawings fucling do it. If you wanna get lost in the woods and come stumbling home with a bag of dried mushrooms and bones you go goblin dude. You aren't alive to go to work and hurt!! You're alive because bumblebees bump into little flowers and dandelions only open up in the sun! You're alive because cats purr when you pet them and coffee keeps you up all night!! Do everything for the aesthetic!!

the most sexy aesthetics are “feral mad scientist in a lab coat spattered with various unknown chemicals,” “gay english professor in a tweed coat who hasn’t slept in two weeks,” and “victorian noble dressed in all black who never leaves their mysterious manor and is also possibly a vampire”

Happy New Year! Looking forward to the images and discoveries of the James Webb telescope in 2022

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When he was 8 years old, Bruce’s parents took him to play a baseball game. His team lost badly. The memory marked him so he dedicated his life to the study of baseball. Until one day he returned to be a symbol for Gotham, a master, genius baseball player. He became the Batman.

Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.

Feeding the Worms by Danusha Laméris

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