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“How would a chicken wear pants?”
- Richard Beale, 1784
Thank you, Richard Beale, for making our opinion of the past slightly more ridiculous.
@yespumpkindoodlesthings
Fiction & Poetry:
A Life Apart, by Neel Mukherjee
A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn, by Sahil Sood
Babyji by Abha Dawesar
The Best at It, by Maulik Pancholy
Blue Boy, by Rakesh Satyal
The Boy and the Bindi, by Vivek Shraya
Bright Lines: A Novel, by Tanwi Nandini Islam
Cinnamon Gardens, by Shyam Selvadurai
The City of Devi, by Manil Suri
Cobalt Blue: A Novel, by Sachin Kundalkar
Funny Boy, by Shyam Selvadurai
High Noon and the Body, by Kyla Pasha
My Magical Palace, by Kunal Mukherjee
Marriage of a Thousand Lies, by SJ Sindhu
Mohanaswamy, by Vasudhendra
My Father’s Garden, by Hansda Sowvendra Shekar
Ode to Lata, by Ghalib Shiraz Dhalla
The Paths of Marriage, by Mala Kumar
The Pregnant King, by Devdutt Pattanaik
Quarantine, by Rahul Mehta
She of the Mountains, by Vivek Shraya
Stealing Nasreen, by Farzana Doctor
Swimming in the Monsoon Sea, by Shyam Selvadurai
The Tree Outside My Window is a Drama Queen, by Avinash Matta
Trying to Grow, by Firdaus Kanga
The Two Krishnas, by Ghalib Shiraz Dhalla
Valmiki’s Daughter, by Shani Mootoo
The World Unseen, by Shamim Sarif
Non-Fiction & Anthologies:
AIDS Sutra: Untold Stories from India, by Amartya Sen and various authors
Because I Have A Voice: Queer Politics in India, edited by Arvind Narrain and Gautam Bhan
Dirty River, by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Gay Bombay: Globalization, Love, and (Be)Longing in Contemporary India, by Parmesh Shahani
Impossible Desires: Queer Diasporas and South Asian Public Cultures, by Gayatri Gopinath
The Invisibles, by Zia Jaffrey
A Lotus of Another Color, by Rakesh Ratti
Love’s Rite: Same-Sex Marriage in India and the West by Ruth Vanita
Loving Women: Being Lesbian in Unprivileged India, by Maya Sharma
Made in India: Decolonializations, Queer Sexualities, Trans/National Projects, by Suparna Bhaskaran
Me Hijra, Me Laxmi, by Laxminarayan Tripathi
Moving Truth(s): Queer and Transgender Desi Writings on Family, by Various authors
Neither Man Nor Woman, Serena Nanda
Out! Stories from the New Queer India, by Minal Hajratwala
Queering India: Same-Sex Love and Eroticism in Indian Culture and Society, by Ruth Vanita
Queer Activism in India: A Story in the Anthropology of Ethics, by Naisargi Dave
Sakhiyani: Lesbian Desire in Ancient and Modern India, by Giti Thadani
Same-Sex Love in India, edited by Ruth Vanita and Saleem Kidwal
Sexual Sites, Seminal Attitudes: Sexualities, Masculinities and Culture in South Asia, by Sanjay Srivastava
Sex Longing and Not Belonging: A Gay Muslim’s Quest for Love and Meaning, by Badruddin Khan
Shikhandi and Other Tales They Don’t Tell You, by Devdutt Pattanaik
With Respect to Sex: Negotiating Hijra Identity in South India, by Gaytri Reddy
A Truth About Me: A Hijra Story, by A. Revathi
Yaraana: Gay Writings from South Asia by Hoshang Merchant
Hogwarts houses as diffrent types of the academia aesthetic:
Slytherin - dark academia
Hufflepuff - light academia
Ravenclaw - chaotic academia
Griffindor - punk academia
Dear adults,
I dare you to tell me one more time, to tell me , you know exactly what I feel like. Go along and tell me how this pandemic is hard for all of us and how no one can change anything about it. Go along politicians , tell me what to do, what is best for society.
Keep changing the rules every week, keep changingthe rules for the sake of kids and old people.
Because you can. You are not the one missing their teenage years. You are not the one sitting alone at home on their 16th birthday crying yourself to sleep at night, because you cant see your friends and you dont even remember their faces probably because it has been half a year and you just miss them. All because your parents are afraid to pay money. Because we are not the ones this virus mostly kills.
And even if, you have driven so many of us so far that we wish for death, wish for it all to just be over.
But have you ever considered that maybe burying us in schoolwork will not make that better? Are you sitting infront of a laptop for 8 hours a day worrying because you dont understand anything? Worrying because you have to learn new stuff every day and you will most certainly fail all your exams because you have to learn all of it BY YOURSELF?
You feel like sympathizing yet? Oh well how wonderful. Let me tell you something: I dont care. I dont care for your sympathy if you dont CHANGE anything. You have the power to do so! Give me less or more do able homework! Let me see my friends again! I would wear masks, I would get tested every week. I have been putting up with all your bullshit, whats a few more weeks, months or years, right?
But why would you do any of this? What good would it do for you? I'm too young to participate in your reelection and to old to have parents that would have to stay home from work because of me.
So why care about me?
Why care about any of us when it is enough and so much easier when you can just say you know what it feels like, how this pandemic is hard for all of us.
Because what does one more lie matter anyway?
Why are humans allways the only species who are totaly freaked out by aliens? I want a human spaceship to land on an other planet and the aliens living there to totaly freak out because 'what the hell did just land on our planet' and 'I told you molly they exist! I knew they were out there!'
Sad pynch headcanon
Imagine them getting into a fight like nothing rly that important but like ronan getting rly angry and just screaming at adam and adam just flinches because it reminds him of his dad screaming at him and ronan just emidiatly stops shouting and he just apologises a hundred times and adam is just kinda embarrassed and it never happens again because ronan is super carefull from then on but yeah.
Can someone PLEASE tell me how to make my boring life more pirate like???
- Go for a run and play generic pirate adventure music ™ and pretend ur running away from pirate catchers
- collect shiny things!!! They're ur treasure
-doing anything near water is good
-wear those shirts with big sleeves! Or anything else u find piratey! Look at what clothes u have and whatever looks vaguely piratey will do for an
Epic pirate outfit ™
-Add random sea shanties to ur playlist :D
Hope this helps 💗💗💗
This is actually so great thank u so much!!!!!
Can someone PLEASE tell me how to make my boring life more pirate like???
Oh to run away with my lover and become a feared and powerful pirate.
Ok I might be the last one to realize that but is it possible that Ronan didn't like Blue because she was dating his crush??
this book website gives you the first page of a random book without the title or author so that you can read it with no preconceptions!!! great for discovering new recs
I told my best friend that my standards are so low that I will marry the first person who writes me a poem and today she walked up to me and handed me this poem she wrote and I think I'm engaged now
I'm so glad chaotic academia exists because whenever I try to be all dark academia and dramatical I trip over my longass coat or fall down some stairs because I'm just clumsy as hell.
Things I absolutely romanticize:
Streetlights
Vintage tea cups
The time between 2am and 5am
Loud music
Old books
Long texts with studying notes
Watching stars
Brand new books
The sea and water in general
My teacher told us to practice talking in front of the class by talking in front of a mirror because apparently we judge ourself more then other people judge us and I was just sitting there thinking that I not once judged myself for performing shitty solo versions of hamilton in front of my mirror but maybe that's just me.