No pressure, but this flower is carrying like, all of my mental stability on its shoulder. Love a winter blooming plant.
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No pressure, but this flower is carrying like, all of my mental stability on its shoulder. Love a winter blooming plant.
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I am not looking forward to going on a 4 hour drive this afternoon 😭😭😭😭😭
They didn't actually get vantablack for the Universe in 100 colors, and i'm kinda sad about it 😭
thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
not gay as in happy, but queer as in i love you
i don’t mean this as a joke. i mean this as an expression of what queer means to me. this is the core of it: love, but radically. love, but in defiance. and i don’t mean “love is love” either; i mean love like militant solidarity between queer women and queer men and all other iterations and permutations of both and neither and something else. i mean love like trans self love. like decolonizing gender. i mean love like found families, like vows beyond and intentionally distinct from marriage. i mean love is a riot. i mean a love that transcends hunger. i mean love like disruption, like breaking concrete foundations like frost and thaw because to live otherwise is unthinkable or unlivable or simply and plainly unwanted
i mean queer like a shot-glass or a sledgehammer. something that shatters borders, that tears down walls and does not, cannot build them. i mean genderqueer queerplatonic we’re here we’re queer qpoc queer theory queer liberation queer Queer QUEER
i love when flowers close in the evening like good night girl i love you sleep tight
#HELLO IT IS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE FACT#which is that sometimes when the flowers close there is a little bee inside#spending the night all cozy and safe in his little nook#specifically male squash bees do this in squash flowers#look at a field of squash or pumpkins at night and there are little guys snoozing in there#this knowledge brings me such joy that i must share it with the world (tags via @scribefindegil)
POV for when you are going to learn about a recent massive historical and political event for the first time:
‘I am so tired of my own voice’
I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time; that the universe was made, just to be seen by my eyes (x)
“[Trickster gods] are the lords of in-between. A trickster does not live near the hearth; he does not live in the halls of justice, the soldier’s tent, the shaman’s hut, the monastery. He passes through each of these when there is a moment of silence, and he enlivens each with mischief, but he is not their guiding spirit. He is the spirit of the doorway leading out, and of the crossroad at the edge of town. […] In short, trickster is a boundary-crosser. Every group has its edge, its sense of in and out, and trickster is always there, at the gates of the city and the gates of life, making sure there is commerce. He also attends the internal boundaries by which groups articulate their social life. We constantly distinguish—right and wrong, sacred and profane, clean and dirty, male and female, young and old, living and dead—and in every case trickster will cross the line and confuse the distinction. Trickster is the creative idiot, therefore, the wise fool, the gray-haired baby, the cross-dresser, the speaker of sacred profanities. Where someone’s sense of honorable behavior has left him unable to act, trickster will appear to suggest an amoral action, something right/wrong that will get life going again. Trickster is the mythic embodiment of ambiguity and ambivalence, doubleness and duplicity, contradiction and paradox. That Trickster is a boundary-crosser is the standard line, but […] there are also cases in which trickster creates a boundary, or brings to the surface a distinction previously hidden from sight. In several mythologies, for example, the gods lived on earth until something trickster did caused them to rise into heaven. Trickster is thus the author of the great distance between heaven and earth. […] Boundary creation and boundary crossing are related to one another, and the best way to describe trickster is to say simply that the boundary is where he will be found—sometimes drawing the line, sometimes crossing it, sometimes erasing or moving it, but always there, the god of the threshold in all its forms.”
— Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth and Art by Lewis Hyde (x)
Wisptober Day 17: Waltz
"Above the streets and roofs where they had once lived, the two spirits laughed and waltzed among the fallen leaves"
A simpler one today since it was pretty busy! :)
some of the most important relationships in the world are those that exist between a little girl who is maybe a bit too serious for her age and a prominent historical woman surrounded by intrigue and death. sometimes you're eight and you find out who elizabeth bathory is and there's just no turning back. you're going to be kind of weirdly intense about things forever now dude sorry. sometimes you're ten and you read about lucrezia borgia and suddenly one of your most pressing goals in life is to convince your mother or one of her friends that you've just poisoned their food and you're sorry, but they're going to die now, and what do they have to say about that? sometimes you're a few years older now and you read about lucrezia borgia again and realise it was only rumoured that she killed people and that she had a poison ring, a ring for poison, and you're disappointed, a little bit, because life seems just that little bit more dull now. and then maybe you read about catherine de' medici and you cheer up at the idea of rumoured poisoned gloves, gloves for rumoured poisoning, and also surrounding yourself with seers and necromancers and you control everything and you get to have fun with death the way no one else can and also your favourite fairy tale is the old school snow white where the evil queen slips her a poisoned comb and a magically constrictive corset ribbon before resorting to death by apple, and really what good is an accessory if you can't wield it as a fucking weapon anyway. maybe THAT'S my point. maybe that's it. why wear it if it's only good for one thing. maybe one of the things that stood out to you the most when you read a series of unfortunate events was esmè wearing literal stiletto heels. this is not a wanky feminist commentary akin to "eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man" i literally mean i think stupid everyday bullshit items should all have a metaphorical sleeper agent style Kill Button you can activate. it's about putting the fun in functionality, and um. the blood in Bloody good time i don't fucking KNOW this has gotten so incredibly far away from me. night night!
that quote like “god gave us transness for the same reason he made grapes but not wine; yeast but no loaves — so we may partake in the divine act of creation”
- Julian K. Jarboe, quoted in Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel M. Lavery