hi

here's some stuff that might pass off as poetry

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

[mikacentral]

[railroadsoftware]

why’d she resign

[laurbyboom]

couldnt handle the truth

[thisblogisinactivesorrey]

[blairwitchdiaries-deactivated20]

turns out my life purpose isn’t supposed to be as small and silent and accommodating and convenient as possible

[sickfake]

yeah i’m beautiful but where is my mental stability???

[profeminist]

“I always remember having this fight with a random dude who claimed that ‘straight white men’ were the only true innovators. His prime example for this was the computer… the computer… THE COMPUTER!!! THE COM-PU-TER!!!

Alan Turing - Gay man and ‘father of computing’ Wren operating Bombe - The code cracking computers of the 2nd world war were entirely run by women Katherine Johnson - African American NASA mathematician and ‘Human computer’ Ada Lovelace - arguably the 1st computer programmer”

- Sacha Coward

Also Margaret Hamilton - NASA computer scientist who put the first man on the moon - an as-yet-unmatched feet of software engineering, here pictured beside the full source of that computer programme. #myhero

Grace Hopper - the woman that coined the term “bug”  

- @robinlayfield

[villanellethepoetic-deactivated]

Grace Hopper did more than coin the term “bug”. She invented the first program linker in the early 1950s, for the UNIVAC I. A program linker translates instructions from one language to another (for example, numerical codes that represent instructions translated to machine code that computers can read), which is the very foundation of how computer’s operate independently. she also pulled a steve rogers and tried to enlist in the military a bunch of times and was denied. then, an exception was made for her when she joined the navy reserves, and she ended up serving for over 40 years (half of which was active duty). she retired from the navy Rear Admiral Grace Hopper. she was born in NYC in 1906. Grace Hopper was a fucking badass.

also computing was typically a job for women (many of whom were black women that made incredible contributions) back in the day, so it’s absolutely fucking wild that straight white men think they are the foundation of computer innovation. men PUSHED women out and took the credit.

[that-feral-montanan]

Reblogging to do what the failed education system never did.

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

[ID: excerpt from ‘The Complete Works: The Diary,’ Virginia Woolf 

“I don’t think I have said enough about the splintered disorder of June, July & August.”]

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”

[bixbiboom]

The Backstreet Boys performing I Want It That Way together from each of their homes is exactly what I needed today.

[starsandskies-archive]

OMGGGGGGG

[helila]

[sipslowlivefast-deactivated2023]

I love this

[a-thousand-words]

“The past doesn’t need you anymore. Your future does.”

— etoile-filantes (via etoile-filantes)

[inkskinned]

mom can you come get me things are getting bad again and i feel every insult like a sharp tooth and i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails and i feel too much all the time or else i feel nothing at all and it doesn’t seem to matter if i drink and dance and party or if i stay at home curled up to study

mom are you sure when i was born i was a person and not just a vortex. always hungry. always swallowing. no matter how much goes in me i always end up empty.

[thebootydiaries]

[on trial for shoplifting]

?? Ok but karl marx said,

[smalltacosbigideas]

i miss you

[smalltacosbigideas]

I've never been one to write too many feelings because I'm so scared of words coming back haunting to me

like disturbed pasts in superhero movies, like a flashback that changes the entire scene

But I'm starting to think that your paperclip words could heal my scaled knees

And I know people aren't meant to heal you, you do that to yourself

but I swear somedays I feel like my memory is erasing histamine from my body

I try telling myself I don’t need it anymore

because I have poems to write about the colors in my drowsy eyes as my evenings surmise with your name on the top left corner of my phone screen

[smalltacosbigideas]

When you talk about gaping holes, i hope you talk about me and the inevitability of sadness and longing and most of all, leaving only seconded by regret regret i'd chuckle at word if i were a character from a movie the kind with whiskey hands and black dresses i've started to imagine it ambushing me on a walk after dinner in my dreams it sneaks up from behind with a knife and pierces slowly like every ounce of pain it causes me is worth money

[smalltacosbigideas]

i read my diary from a year and a half ago and there were new year resolutions only without a new year and they said: 1. Eat three meals a day at least, 2. Don't kill yourself and i had repeated to myself again and again stayalivestayalivestayalive but i don't remember it anymore i don't remember being sad  i don't remember my mother forcing food down my mouth my esophagus dancing to the rhythm of my brain telling me to throw everything out i don't remember being nasty  or bold or angry or sad because my clothes were lying beside your bed yesterday  cold from the floor's embrace and me, warm from your cold's embrace and the clothes whispered to me about a time when i'd worn them and almost died everyday and i couldn't recollect

[smalltacosbigideas]

At 3 AMs I miss you almost as much as I tried to eat too much sickeningly sweet candy last Halloween and it gave me a headache. Almost as much as I wish every day to have done better. To have strived. To have had a little more faith in every almost-love I've ever felt knee deep drowning in. I want to kiss every firefly I paint in this sky goodbye because my arms are too weak, just like my heart, never enough to reverberate the affection I received.