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pseudo-boyfriend

"Det" er sådan et cool pronomen, men er den genitive form 'dets' eller 'dettes'??

hej! tak fordi du spurgte! den genitive form er 'dets' :]

pseudo-boyfriend

mine pronominer er det/det/dets, de sidste i tabellen her ! (fra lgbt.dk's 'lille guide til pronominer')

currentlycryingaboutlancelot

hamlet’s “i did love you once” and ophelia’s “indeed, my lord, you did make me believe so” is such an underrated gut punch. it’s betrayal it’s heartbreak it’s vulnerability it’s so over. truly no one is doing it like shakespeare

everyday-cutephoto

ailithnight

This is a worm? Or perhaps some sort of slug?

marlynnofmany

And it's gonna getcha

alonesomes

“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

— Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)

one week sober today and I started the day off strong waking up exhausted and then throwing up for what felt like an hour 🫩

#emeto

thelastlightningbug

reading christopher eccleston interviews where he talks about wanting to be androgynous but always getting macho parts makes me understand why i keep getting butch dyke vibes off of the ninth doctor. don’t worry ms doctor i saw your leather jacket

inzaltsiknyam

the problem marxists have on disability is that they aren't reading marxist thought on disability and just kind of winging it. marta russell already laid out the political economy of disability in the global north in the 90s and global south scholars have their own (marxist) schools of thought on disability and have iterated on global north marxist disability analyses. disabled people are workers, most often. and handicapitalism (russell's term) has also turned disabled people into commodities. it's impossible to understand modern politics without engaging with these two realities.

inzaltsiknyam

everyone read right to maim and capitalism and disability now !!!!!!

j-tee

The lovers

theoretical-thinker

@todaysbird

kaijuyuri

star wars fans really just make anything up

byjove

I’m not Glup Shitto-ing you. He has a sexstache and everything.

charl0ttan

feldfrog

Children would be so jealous if they knew how many stickers we have in dive bar bathrooms

currentlycryingaboutlancelot

hamlet’s “i did love you once” and ophelia’s “indeed, my lord, you did make me believe so” is such an underrated gut punch. it’s betrayal it’s heartbreak it’s vulnerability it’s so over. truly no one is doing it like shakespeare