What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.

James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.

so yeah that fire in Lahaina, Maui? That was what indigenous activists were trying to prevent. That is why Land Back movements wants indigenous people to be the stewards of the land that was once theirs. Not kick out white people and settlers. But to prevent shit like that where a bunch of tourists/settlers won't destroy the planet in their ruthless pursuit of productivity and profit. So yeah, think on that.

no nuance yes it's situational but if you had to choose a favorite

I love love love seeing older studs and butches in public. like ill just be in line to buy my silly little groceries. or at the airport or at the gas station or at a theater or at the mall. and theres!!!! A butch!!! There!!!!! once I saw a pack of butches wearing full camo from their hats to their socks at the mall eating ice cream. There had to be like eight of them, all matching and eating soft serve ice cream. literally was one of the best days of my life. they are just out there living life, existing and loving and destroying that ice cream. I love to people watch but it’s like a magical thing when I see older butches and studs out and about. anyways just wanted to spread some appreciation for butches/studs/mascs. I see you guys out in public and I know that someone sees me for who I am <3

tumblr is probably the best website because you can say things like “hey. dont cry. suck her sloppy saturday wednesday ok?” and everyone will be like yeah this expresses a coherent thought

"connect your contacts so you can find people you know in our app" what if i flayed myself in front of you

man the "transmisandry" shit is so manufactured its insane, there are no transfems on this planet "telling transmascs they can't reclaim the word faggot because they're not amab" brother you are getting anons from actual transphobes and in your sick mind you made yourself believe its coming from random trans women you fight with online

god dammit. skimming through GTN looking for a quote and you know what I found?

you know what I fucking found?

"(i) [Harrow's death] was contingent on either the world's happiest accident or murder, and if it was murder, what if the murderer was, like, weird, which would make their subsequent marriage to Gideon pretty awkward? Maybe they could just swap friendship bracelets."

(pg. 128)

got fired from work because i ended up becoming a great big doglike beast but they considered that a no-call no-show