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flirting like fighting

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

iwritebigbellies-blog

I was 22 when I got my first bookstore job, and at the time my entire experience of "old people" was my grandparents, none of whom had been particularly healthy, and none of whom I was close with. To my young eyes, all they did was sit around and be old. That was life after 60.

The owner of the bookstore was this grand old dame of 76 who had been in the business for 40 years. She'd had three kids with a husband who was extremely gay, and as soon as those were old enough, they split up. She read on an epic scale, was an avid follower of the opera, sang in several choirs, and scheduled arts programming for a private club. She had gentleman callers (so they styled themselves) at the store continuously the entire fifteen years I worked there--yah, into her NINETIES. She never took up seriously with any of them, because they couldn't keep up. She was impeccably dressed and put together every single day of her life, drank regularly, and said they would pry her estrogen supplements out of her cold, dead hands. She had a gang of elderly single lady friends, though, and they went out every night of the week. They knew everything and everyone, collectively. She got her first smart phone in her mid-80s and became extremely Online. I bet she's on Tumblr now. She is 96.

This blew my mind. Life didn't have to be over...ever.

We worship youth in our culture. Only the young have futures, and the aged exist to enable the lives of the young. We act as if by the time you hit forty, you've had your chance. You are now expected to step aside and scede life to others.

FUCK THAT. I have a lot of life ahead of me. I have places to go and books to read and people to fuck and food to eat and music to dance to and emotions to feel and nazis to punch and stories to tell and hearts to break and ventures to capitalize and empires to conquer. I am going to be doing this for the next fifty years, minimum.

Life has so much in it. Do it all, forever.

kropotkindersurprise

June 1, 2025 - Women paint the Palestinian flag on the steps of Piazza Gramsci, in Orgosolo, Sardinia. [link]

We believe that in such a dramatic moment, such as the one the Palestinian people are experiencing before the eyes of the entire world, we cannot remain indifferent. Faced with the painful awareness of our impotence in stopping a conflict, we wish to express our dissent with the peaceful tools at our disposal.

r-truth

gischtglas

hybernating-bear

That's because this is Silmarillion

the-commonplace-book

queerlove

me: *catches myself being judgmental* me to me: i did not raise u this way

bwitiye

marketing guy: hmmm yeah we need to make vodka soda branded as “gay water.” make sure the packaging looks like diaper packaging.

other marketing guy: maybe we should add funny little stickers, like–

both at the same time: racism is small dick energy!

gingeralewizard

tbh people don't give zuko enough credit like wtf are you supposed to say when someone hits you with "my girlfriend turned into the moon" like. damn. that is in fact rough buddy

monamoni

littlefeatherr

Unrestrained summer fun 😁

weaselle

this must be such a delicate experience for a creature that can dive two stories deep and has been seen cliff diving into the ocean

fleshdyke

artisticlicense-personal

Such a quiet and gentle experience for a megafauna cryptid that can headbutt a speeding truck and walk away It’s like seeing Godzilla in a kiddie pool

thistlewhistler

During a summer heat wave in Alaska growing up (yes it’s a thing), my dad had several sprinklers and a tractor sprinkler going in the yard. From the woods behind the house suddenly came two young babies and a very large mother.

They came directly towards the tractor sprinkler and sat right down.

My dad verrrrry slowly pulled the hose of the other sprinklers, and repositioned them in the backyard so they would spray grass under the shade of several trees.

Lo and behold, the mother moose got up, walked over to the water now pooling beside these trees, and plomped down. The two babies followed after and just fell over in the cool water.

secondlina

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tlirsgender

I think monsterfucking is about vulnerability. When you think about it

tlirsgender

Something about knowing this being could destroy you and trusting them not to and in turn the monster is letting you see this part of them and trusting you not to be afraid or disgusted etc etc

tlirsgender

It's also about fangs sexy

ugokushiro

oh i’m sorry

ugokushiro

phantomrose96

Look man. Growing up in the early-2000's Hollister-era Aeropostale-era barely-post-heroin-chic-era was all, deeply, rotten and no good. But I'm glad I'm not 12 right now in this tiktok-infested clean-girl-rampant whatever-the-fucking-hell is going on right now because oh my god. oh my god...