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why isnt there more crier’s war art? someone make more
came to realize that this thesis will not write itself and that being able to write and educate myself is a privilege. one more last month to go.🥋
happy indigenous peoples month. please dont forget that not all of us come from the americas.
this post is okay to reblog, even if you arent indigenous.
i love this shit i need more examples
op of the original tweet here there are SO many examples in the replies
Furries are the last hope for our wretched society and every furry is braver than any marine and they deserve respect
if you’re a lesbian good job
i’m basically “pro-do whatever you want as long as you’re enjoying yourself and not hurting other people”
Trans people deserve the same freedoms of gender expression as cis people.
If cis men can wear skirts, dresses, jewellery and makeup and still be considered men, so can trans men.
If cis women can have short hair, not shave or wear makeup and wear suits and still be considered women, so can trans women.
To all the trans people reading this, I hope you have a wonderful day and know that you are loved
A quietly pleasing chaos of books, journals, recipes, notes, love letters
Obsessed with how my dad uses a whole other book as a bookmark
I had a dream last night that I lived in a little Baba Yaga house with cat feet. It moved around in the woods very quietly and could climb trees, and when I made a fire inside and the house felt cosy, it would knead the ground contentedly. With the window open you could hear a soft crunchy sound as it clawed at dead leaves, and the motion of pushing in and out with its paws made the house rock gently from side to side and it was putting me to sleep, in my dream.
my english prof said today that “literature lets you stare at people” and i loved that….
if mangoes didn’t have the stone in the middle, humanity would reach a new level of hedonism. we could just eat thru the whole thing without having to think. we’d permanently regress to a primal state. the seed grounds us, makes us careful when we eat. this defines us. fuck i wish i had a mango
“Writing is hard” I say as I continue to browse the internet, not attempting to write at all.