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MORE INTERESTED IN HOW MY LIFE FEELS THAN HOW MY LIFE LOOKS TO OTHERS.

”which could mean nothing” is maybe my favorite phrase of all time. where would we be without it

"I wanted to be unforgettable. Indelible. I wanted to haunt their hearts and minds—to be everywhere and nowhere, spectacular and out of reach. Only in the chaos did it dawn on me. Being remembered is not the same as being missed."

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ULTIMATE (queer) SF LIST (in progress)

Rivers Solomon - An unkindness of ghosts, The Deep, Sorrowland

Akwaeke Emezi - PET, BITTER

Jaqueline Koayanagi - Ascension

Otter Lieffe - Margins and murmurations trilogy

Ursula K. Le Guin - The left hand of darkness

Becky Chambers - To be taught, if fortunate, the wayfarers series, the Monk& Robot series

Octavia Butler - The Xenogenesis series

Chana Porter - The seep

Tamsyn Muir - The locked tomb series

Ray Nyler - The mountain in the sea

Starhawk - The Fifth Sacred Thing

M.E. O'Brien, Eman Abdelhadi – Everything for Everyone: An Oral History of the New York Commune, 2052–2072

Marge Piercy – Woman at the edge of time

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painting of joan of arc but she's got a lil carabiner. is this anything.

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she's got the key to heaven or something

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Surprisingly, this is not a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy reference, but an actual fact. From Burnout: Solve Your Stress Cycle, by Emily and Amelia Nagoski

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I think Doctor Emily Nagoski has a PHD but YEAH

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[bold, centered text] Forty-Two Percent [bold ends]

So how much is “adequate”?

Science says: 42 percent.

That’s the percentage of time your body and brain need you to spend resting. It’s about ten hours out of every twenty-four. It doesn’t have to be every day; it can average out over a week or a month or more. But yeah. That much.

“That’s ridiculous! I don’t have that kind of time!” you might protest - and we remind you that we predicted you might feel that way, back at the start of the chapter.

We’re not saying you [italic] should [end italic] take 42 percent of your time to rest; we’re saying if you don’t take the 42 percent , the 42 percent will take you. It will grab you by the face, shove you to the ground, put its foot on your chest, and declare [image ends here, mid-sentence]

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Here’s the last paragraph, completed courtesy of Goodreads:

We’re not saying you should take 42 percent of your time to rest; we’re saying if you don’t take the 42 percent, the 42 percent will take you. It will grab you by the face, shove you to the ground, put its foot on your chest, and declare itself the victor.

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Rubber stamping it, Micah Lexier

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this is the way it’s the way that we live it’s the way that we live and love

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trying my hand at writing a video about fern sex again and I’m obsessed with the alternation of generations diagram on the American fern society’s website that (in addition to the typical bio textbook life cycle of just one fern drawn so it looks like it’s inbreeding) also depicts a girls’ night of ferns sitting near one another having sex on a blank background, thus contextualizing the dynamics a group of girlies usually has instead of just trying to show only one. it just brings me joy

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oh to be a fern having sex with other ferns on a white background……

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growing up I was always afraid of being Found Out. not sure what I was hiding. just my whole self I guess

#still. at fuckin 40

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ohnonotlove

“Ooo fun! Are you dyeing it too?”

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“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh