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$LAYYYTER

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great, my post is in some sort of dungeon
Review of a butterfly farm… 🦋
I interned at a place w butterflies and had to tell a mom to please stop offering the “snacks” on the pedestals to her kids and we had to give a speech to all the ppl who entered which I added lines to daily. Including the infamous “butterflies like fruit that’s a little older than what we eat, so the fruit is just for them! Please don’t eat it!” And “please please please please please don’t come in here if you’re afraid of butterflies.” It was the closest thing to hell I’ve ever experienced
*going to a butterfly farm* there better not be any fuckin butterflies in here
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you may walk out of the underworld but you have to trust that she is behind you. do not look back to check.
i trust that she is there
i trust that she is there (i think)
i trust that she is there (please?)
i trust that she is there (can you hear me?)
i trust that she is there (say something so i can hear you)
i trust that she is there (what if it’s a lie?)
i trust that she is there (i can’t even see her shadow on the wall)
i trust that she is there (SAY SOMETHING)
SAY SOMETHING.
look behind.
#jesus.#orpheus and eurydice#as a poem#using a poll#this is probably the greatest exploitation of mediums i have ever seen op#every reader has the chance to become part of the text by voting#not the subtext#the TEXT#and i love me some ephemeral works in concept#you had to be here for this one week#and then the text is locked#(barring any edits to the original post of course)#and i just think that's so beautiful#beauty springs from the simplest things viewed askew#and all you need is a poll that accepts long enough strings (via couchcrusader)
and then THE FINAL RESULT. where “look behind” came so so so close to winning, but “i trust that she is there” came out ahead by 0.1%. so maybe, maybe, we did it right this time. maybe this time we were able to save her.
therapists saying you're surprisingly self aware is like being called a pleasure to have in class for adults
i don’t get it omg
who the fuck is party cannon they’re the true rebels here
look at this fucking album cover
butches/studs/mascs of Tumblr planning Halloween costumes: we can't possibly all be werewolves,it's not mathematically possible
Sorry, I started thinking about a massive Halloween party full of butch werewolves and blacked out
Reminders for Young Butch Lesbians:
you don’t have to be a top to be butch
you don’t have to be stoic and repress your emotions
you don’t have to be aggressive
you don’t have to hate pink or fruity drinks or whatever else society calls “girly”
you’re allowed to be whatever kind of butch you are and you don’t have to hide aspects of yourself to fit in to some sort of butch ideal
and most important:
you are amazing and wonderful and important
why does it feel morally wrong to spend all day in bed or at home. like i do it often but the whole time im wracked with guilt. it's literally not hurting anybody
May your pain medication always kick in right after you take them. May your compression garments always slip on your body with ease. May you always find your footing when you walk. May you wake up with energy and zest. May your sinuses always be clear
“May your sinuses always be clear” has to be the best blessing of all time.
Why Do You Need To Do This
STOP THIS.
Judy there are limits
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I don't like the term horseshoe theory because [extremely long list of reasons] but there's gotta be some term out there to describe how like. you can go from a conservative upbringing where people are weird and/or outright racist about interracial relationships, and then you wind up in some stupid pocket of leftism where people look at a mixed race couple and are like "hm :/ but is he um. fetishizing your race?" and sure it's done in a way that is, yes, tangibly different than outright conservatism, but it still leads to the same isolating effect of "alright we're being judged for our relationship, and these people kind of suck"
the same thing happens to trans people honestly where you wind up in some anarchoqueer leftist space where people like, expect gender ambiguity from binary trans people -- like they want the trans men to be comfortable wearing nail polish and trans women to not care if they have facial hair -- ignoring the fact that some people just aren't comfortable presenting themselves that way (and some of us just want to be...some girl or some guy?) -- and it gets turned around into this weird thing of "you're enforcing gender stereotypes if you conform too much to your gender identity" like. can we be real for a second. you and my shitbag grandmother are both clamoring for me to put on a dress again so please tell me the difference between you and her. after a certain point your intentions stop mattering because you've created the same alienating space.
ngl this goes crazy
the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.