Our cell membranes press against each other, and I know I’m in love. Accurate to their name, G2trude is in the G2 phase of the cell cycle. Through their semipermeable cell membrane, I can see enzymes checking that their genetic information is all correct. If I had cheeks and blood to blush with right now, I would. Unlike G2trude, I am only in the G1 phase. I’m still growing, developing organelles, and other things that probably seem super juvenile to G2trude. Hey, someday they’ll be back to where I am though. Kinda. Soon enough, they’ll go into mitosis and after that they’ll be 2 daughter cells in G1. Will they both be G2trude then? Or just one? Or are they completely their own cells? Who really knows, philosopher cells don’t come around these parts. Or any parts, they don’t exist.
It would be easier if we were gametes. We wouldn’t go thru mitosis, and we could be together and be together forever. However, we are skin cells, stuck in the epidermis, stuck in the cell cycle.
We, us, G2trude and Trevor
stuck in cell cycle forever
G1, S, G2, mitosis
believing you love me is psychosis
Something happens! I watch centrioles head to opposite sides of the cell. Oh man, mitosis already? Maybe our phase gap isn’t that bad after all! I watch in silence, for I am a cell and have nothing to make noise with, as G2trude starts prophase. From the centrioles spring forty spindle fibers. The nuclear envelope breaks down, and the chromosomes line up in the middle. I watch in fear and fascination. I can’t believe I’m witnessing this coming of phase. The spindle fibers grab onto the centromeres and pull them apart. I CAN’T WATCH!!! But I do anyway. Oh golly gee, G2trude isn’t their usual shape anymore! They look like two suns, still attached at the side. If only they e could merge together like that! Only gametes merge though. As said before, we are skin cells stuck in the epidermis.
We, us, G2trude and Trevor
stuck in th’epiderm forever
If we were gametes we’d be one
Mr. and Mrs. Trevor, why, that’s fun!
The nuclear envelopes are forming again, around the chromatids. Then, I watch as G2trude is no more. If I had tears to cry with, I would cry. No. SOB. I now know that neither of them is really my G2trude. They’re their own cells. I’ll name them Epinand Dermis.
G2trude isn’t the only one who’s changed however. I’m now in S phase. Synthesizing phase. My DNA is getting replicated into perfect copies. Soon, I’ll be in G2 phase just like G2trude was. Then in M phase: Then G1 again. That’s cell cycle for you. Never ending, never escapable. Predetermined.
I had a psych eval appointment, and half way through the evaluation I realized the psychologist was live streaming it on twitch. The chat was just random people typing F in the chat and my highschool bully making random commentary.
Man what the hell. The ghost of my Original Kermit Plushie (died in a fire) just appeared before me and told me that tonight I would be visited by the Three Ghosts: the Ghost of Dashcon Past, the Ghost of Dashcon Present, and the Ghost of Dashcon Future. Apparently I am going to be forced to face the shadows of the past and reckon with my fate of eternal damnation? LAME!
hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall
Fuck Meyer-Briggs whatever typology. This INTFP shit is only for redditors up their own asses to substitute for a personality. Use my new typology instead!
I just saw the world's freshest baby in Panera bread. Like that thing was JUST out of the oven. I've heard of being wet behind the ears but this baby was wet behind the everything. It was still damp.
there are so many lines in I Saw The TV Glow that go so hard. "there is still time" is the one everyone talks abt, understandably. but also
"I found my heart, Isabel. I found yours too. And it was still beating."
like. even if you don't know it. your heart is still out there. YOU are still out there. it might be far away, on the other side of the tv screen, but it's still there. and it's still alive. it refuses to die.
watched i saw the tv glow. and all im thinking rn is dont let your dying breath be im sorry. dont live and die, apologizing for existing. please. choose yourself over comfort. choose yourself over the world telling you to quiet down and be easy. please. dont die with sorry on your lips
are you an elf and if so are you sent from the north pole..
i AM an elf and NO i’m not sent from the north pole. i’m not xenophobic or anything (i have friends who are elves from the north pole) but elves from the north pole have nothing on us forest elves. they have not liberated themselves from the authoritarian rule of santa and his slave labour, and while i understand that this is a hard thing to go thru, they are *still feeding into capitalism* and as a proud forest elf who’s never worked a day in their life, i think we all just have to admit that that does make us superior to them
Honestly, this has been working wonders for my goblin brain. I decided to make some shinys to hang up in my room by braiding colorful glass beads and lil metal trinkets with leather cord :D :D :D
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