i didn't take a picture because that would have been rude, but i saw a dude at the store today wearing a shirt that said SMALL DICK BIG DREAMS and that is ironically the biggest BDE I've ever seen tbh
saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023
Mother and baby viewing Van Gogh's Madame Roulin and Her Baby at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, US. By the Boston Herald
I’m not sure how to look at art by Lynda Barry
lan xichen is so fucking valid. it's been said before and better but he's not doing anything lan wangji isn't doing. they're both saying He Would Not Do That about their boyfriends, it's just that in lan xichen's case it turns out he actually would do that. not lan xichen's fault. he got unlucky. he made a choice just like lan wangji to trust and stand by his man and i guess you could make an argument that he was willfully ignorant but really what it comes down to is he knew jin guangyao was despised and undermined at every turn and he decided that he would presume innocence until proven guilty. just because jin guangyao did indeed get proven guilty doesn't mean it was wrong to presume him innocent in the interim.
National Poetry Month - Day 2
The Angel in Charge of Creating Earth Addresses His Cohort
By Michael Lavers, Published 2018
Who cares if more important worlds have been assigned to those more skillful, who make crusts that never crack, or plates too fixed to creep or jostle or explode? Ours are the splendors of the makeshift, of the good enough, of cold May wind, wailing and barbed and riven, coastlines ragged as a vulture’s wing, of maggots and voles, a vast legion of catalysts and scavengers the top worlds are deprived of, worlds where the joins are tight, with skies unyieldingly cloudless, only blue. Believe your errors, what they lead you to. Those patches we forgot to water? Call them deserts, hide there all our misbegotten dregs, the scorpions and saltbush beds, blind rats, weird toads. What’s perfect is by definition free of difference—but uncountable and great are the variations of failure. Take this ostrich, my self-portrait: botched and brainless, but still capturing my flouncy abandon, my leathery grace. Take humans, no two cracked the same, some warped or knotted, bent of back, some dragging weak-seamed hearts toward stagnation. Even the lava spreads its glaze in ways that no trained hand could replicate, a slow terrible fluency that bleeds and burps and teaches those who live nearby to love what ends, to build what walls they must, to graft their growing hopes to gravity, and move more upright through the tilted world. Don’t envy them, those better makers; let them envy you, not doomed to mastery, still stunned by your mistakes, the broken pomp of cow, the fraying homespun jellyfish, the accidents of beauty, which, once realized, can never be forgotten or undone.
Not “Only my reading of canon is correct” or “Interpretations are subjective and all valid” but a secret third thing, “More than one interpretation can be valid but there’s a reason your English teacher had you cite quotes and examples in your papers, you have to have a strong argument that your interpretation is actually supported by the text or it is just wrong and I’m fine with telling you it’s wrong, actually.”
If the text says the curtains are blue you can argue about what that means; but if you’re going to claim they’re actually yellow you’d better have a really good argument.
idk if it's just me but i'm glad that the majority of people outside of here believe tumblr is a dead site because like i've been here for 13 years and like this is my house??? i don't need thousands upon thousands of people flocking here it'd be like inviting chimps to a house party total fucking carnage
really good tiktok
Transcript:
Girl, just do it fat. Don’t wait until you’ve lost enough weight. You’re worthy of taking up the space that you fill. Live your life now. Don’t wait for some future version of yourself that you think will be more deserving. You have every right to pursue your passions and dreams just as you are today. Your worth isn’t tied to a number on a scale or the size of your clothes; it is inherent in who you are. You’re allowed to be seen, heard, and celebrated in whatever body you inhabit right now. Don’t let anyone or anything convince you for too long. So go out. Do it fat! Wear the clothes you love, pursue the opportunities that excite you, and live unapologetically. There’s no reason to put off living the life that you want, waiting for a moment that you’re not even sure will come. You deserve to be happy and fulfilled just as you are, and the world needs you exactly as you are today. Everything good that has ever happened to you, happened in this body. Girl, just do it fat.
this is the opposite of a new observation but hamlet's uncle really is such a bitch. if i were grieving someone i had complex and intense feelings about and someone told me, IN PUBLIC IN AN ASSEMBLY OF MY FAMILY AND THE GOVERNMENT AND ALSO IN FRONT OF MY MOM, WHO THEN JOINS IN, to get over it already because uwu well everybody dies </3 i would have started throwing hands in the throne room. claudius didn't even like take him aside. he gave this lecture in front of god and everyone. we undersell hamlet's self-control
like yeah no sorry your majesty my uncle i would actually love to stop being sad and suicidal all the time, like, maybe if i had something else to focus on, like, i dunno, like if i were in school or something, but, you know, haha, for SOME REASON i'm not in school right now, almost like SOMEBODY told me not to go back to my life and to keep stewing in the pit of grief, how funny is that, lol,
you will never catch me saying hamlet did nothing wrong. hamlet did a lot of things wrong. but claudius deserved every ounce of finely aged haterism hamlet threw his way
Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
my wife is right
That's actually a really good character concept my god-
🎶One more thing's a glamour! Fae behavior!🎵
(thanks to @sidereal-sapphic for sending this in!)
Dog is still just a regular dog. Columbo can’t come up with a name because human names for dogs sound stupid to him and fae names would give away his secret.
there’s a certain type of Manly Man character who queer people can instantly sniff out as putting on a charade of masculinity that only the deeply repressed can perform but when you point this out to cishet people they’re like “whattt??? but he’s so manly!!! he likes cars and beer and has sex with women!!! how could he possibly be a f - uh, gay”
no sentence fills me with utter loathing so much as "i asked chatgpt"
You guys gotta remember that the end goal of all this political shit is to strip mine public services and funnel money into the pockets of the wealthy. Don't get distracted. "Why are they doing this what are they gonna do next?" They're gonna strip mine public services to line their own pockets. Everything is a means to that end.