A Healed Femur & The Shapes In The Stars

A. They/them. Multiply queer. Multiply disabled. Writing & art & craft & human nature. (Also shitposting.) Ananisapta.

[hauntanelle]

i HATE when you know you’re supposed to do something with the pain. like the pain was enough but now i have to build this stupid boat using the bones of my past too.

[nightmarereverie]

[cryptic-curation]

This sick bleach shirt I made. Something to showcase my undying love for prehistoric cave art.

Some of the bleach burned thru the shirt bc this was my first time bleaching anything ever, but it kinda adds to it.

[eternalgirlscout]

earlier today i told an acquaintance in passing that i'll often be in the middle of a novel and think "man i wish this shit were more ambiguous" and had to reiterate twice that i wasn't being sarcastic before they believed me, so this post is to say: i love when writers don't bother to explain everything, i love when stories end uncertain and unsettling, i love being required to think as a reader, i love when stuff makes no damn sense, no i'm not kidding

[breelandwalker]

Periodic reminder that time and energy are finite resources and you only feel like you're lazy and not doing enough because the devil that is Late Stage Patriarchal Capitalism has conditioned you to think that your value is intrinsically tied to constant productivity.

It is lying to you. A perpetual state of 110% is neither practical nor sustainable.

You're doing the best you fucking can under the circumstances and it is perfectly right and natural to need a goddamn break.

[rebeccathenaturalist]

A Vital Part of Your Body Will Continue to Live Years After You Die

Each human body contains a complex community of trillions of microorganisms that are important for your health while you're alive.

I'm working on clearing out some old tabs, and ran across this piece from last fall. The short version is that your gut microbiome and other microbes that accompany you in a series of symbiotic relationships throughout your lifetime persist even after you die. While you might assume that these bacteria and other little beings would perish along with you once you're no longer warm and living, it turns out that they shift gears upon your death, being part of the massive effort to return your remains en masse to the nutrient cycle.

There's honestly something rather poetic about that. Here you've spent a lifetime being the center of a holobiont--a sort of miniature, migratory ecosystem. And these many millions of life forms that you have given safe harbor to for thousands upon thousands of their generations are among the funerary vanguard caring for your remains after you're gone. They pour forth from their ancestral lands--the gut, the skin, and other discrete places--and spread out through even the most protected regions of your form.

And then, just as you constructed your body, molecule by molecule, from a lifetime of nutrients you consumed, so do these microbes go through the process of returning everything you borrowed back to the wider cycles of food and growth and life and death. The ancient halls where their ancestors lived in relative stability are now taken apart in the open air, and their descendants will disperse their inheritance into the soil and the water through the perpetual process of decomposition.

I've always wanted a green burial, and I find it comforting that when my remains are laid in the ground, they'll be accompanied by the tiny ecosystems I spent a lifetime tending, and who will return the favor by sending my molecules off in a billion new directions.

[girlfleeshouse]

The girl has never not been fleeing the house.

[tlirsgender]

"You know what's harder than Getting Better? Living Like That" is just the thesis for my whole shit going on right now honestly. You know what's harder than doing my physical therapy? Hurting All The Time. You know what's harder than addressing my gender dysphoria? Hurting All The Time

[tlirsgender]

I'm Doing The Hard Thing and it's *easier* than how I was living before. If you make yourself feel better you will have more energy to spend on Getting Better. Nice inch nails - the upward spiral. Crawl out of your grave Thursday

[sab3rtooth]

patterns left by woodworms on driftwood

[onenicebugperday]

PLEASE search "beetle gallery" and look at images. The patterns larval beetles leave behind under the bark of trees while feeding are so so beautiful

[legallybrunettedotcom]

[inbabylontheywept]

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

[madeofklay]

What I learned not to do in art school

[trench-knife]

one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.

[portland-sunshine]

Not a sin at all!

This is what's called a poetic epithet, and it happens all the time in writing. Consider, for example, Homer and his wine-dark sea, or Shakespeare and his death-mark'd love.

If you were then to start using them instead of the word they're describing, you'd be making a kenning. For example, if instead of describing the sun as honey-bright, you said "the honey-drop in the sky". Kennings are best known from Norse writings, like "the path of serpents" for gold, or "Grímnir's lip-streams" for poetry itself.

So you're not sinning, you're participating in an ancient literary tradition!

[i-scan-your-poems]

Scansion:

◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – The sun / was ho/ney-bright / that af/ternoon

Metrical form: iambic pentameter

[batrachised]

I think Shirley Jackson delves so well into the horror of self-consciousness. To be so aware of yourself, whether due to loneliness or not belonging or abuse, can be a monstrous experience that reduces your experience of the world to a series of mechanical processes. I will get up. I will cross the room in front of everyone. I will get a cup of water. I must drink the cup of water before I return in case it is odd to have it on the couch. They must not think I'm odd. Instead of swinging into the kitchen for a drink while laughing with friends. Mechanical processes are based on cause and effect, and if you are so used to thinking in terms of cause and effect, you can start applying that framework nonsensically out of a self-defensive need for control--which begs the question of what happens when defense becomes offense

[thornsinpudding]

Does anyone else with chronic fatigue feel like you can barely talk to people anymore?? I don't even mean like from a "I'm too exhausted to interact with people" standpoint, I mean like you can barely think of things to keep a conversation moving and end up making random sounds or going silent for super long periods of time to the point where it's unsettling and makes people distance themselves... idk, it almost feels like the worse my fatigue gets, the more lonelier I get because I can barely entertain a conversation and talk

[mysticxmoonlight]

can anyone relate 😭💔

[idc0o]

Somehow being a person does not come naturally to me

[monkeyislandtwo]

why r callouts always like "please dont harass this person and dont go after them. anyway heres every single detail of their life gathered by stalking and their private profiles for all to see"

[monkeyislandtwo]

"please don't go after this person! now let me post this document for every single one of my followers and list every single one of their usernames"

[cannibalisticdespair]

[ingridverse]

"God never gives you more than you can handle" is survivorship bias. People who got more than they could handle are dead.

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

Oh, dear. I can't reblog that fast enough.