Forest of Talking Trees

31, queer. "Throw roses into the abyss and say: 'This is my thanks to the monster who did not succeed in swallowing me alive.'"

[robogrind]

love the word fruitless. arguing with you is like if there was no apples involved whatsoever

[robogrind]

you're bountiless you stupid bitch

[klapollo]

almost seven years deep into the 2020s this feels less like a retrospective evaluation and more like a prophetic vision

[heathyr]

Most people I know had that one movie as a kid; that one movie that they would watch over and over and over to the resigned acceptance of their parents. I’ve always thought that movie says something about a person. What was your movie?

[audarcy]

[verdare1]

I need to see this movie…

[kamenwriter]

[monsterhospital]

Its like this but Godzilla actually does show up

[lastoneout]

Wait this is some galaxy brain shit actually, I'm gonna have to start doing this.

[beemovieerotica]

most beautiful instagram account

[etiennelux]

the ideal chai latte is one of the most amazing things on this earth. it’s a shame that most cafes think they have to serve either a cup of grit or milk that they whispered the names of spices to

[deepdwellingsteamboat]

KRULL 1983・dir. Peter Yates

[houndmother]

society if “nonsexual nudity” extended to trans women

[houndmother]

society if this button actually did anything

[pityboy]

affirmations for when you have to send emails

[willgrahamscock]

some of you need to internalize this concept

[english-history-trip]

King Alfred the Great’s lost remains 'found under car park', TV show researchers say

The long-lost remains of King Alfred the Great have been found buried under a car park, investigators claim.

Alfred died in 899, and his bones were repeatedly moved. He was buried in Winchester Cathedral until 1110, when his remains were moved to Winchester's Hyde Abbey, where they were interred before the high altar between the bodies of his wife and son. The abbey was demolished after the dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, and the place was left in ruins. In 1866, during construction of a workhouse on the site, the English antiquarian John Mellor excavated the area, found what he thought were Alfred's bones and had them reburied at nearby St. Bartholemew’s Church. But in 2013, when archaeologists exhumed and carbon-dated the bones from St. Bartholomew’s churchyard, they proved to date from over 200 years after Alfred’s death - sparking Graham's interest and search. He said: "Whoever’s bones they were, they weren’t Alfred’s. So, I decided to discover what happened to them. "The quest has taken me 13 years.”

[lostinhistory]

shut up they did not find another goddamn king under another goddamn car park

[plastiboo]

[partywithponies]

I love vague labels that make people go "but that's confusing" or "but that could mean anything" Good. Keep guessing lol

[partywithponies]

"Queer doesn't actually tell me anything" who says I wanted to tell you anything. Who even are you.

[wordfather]

i love that almost everyone has their own unique bedrooms thats such a cute human thing

[wordfather]

no bedroom looks the same just like no human is the same. are you getting what im putting down here

[wordfather]

you walk into someones room and its like walking into a part of their soul This is so special to me <3

[fluffycity]

this reminds me of a series of photographs documenting how different people live in identical base apartments

[captain-price-returns]

[makingtrouble]

It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good

Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.

[makingtrouble]

Actually I've decided this is a poem

[fuckyeah2000s]