a lukewarm bottle of v8

skylar ~ he/him

[thematicparallel]

this blog is not a well-curated museum. it's my bedroom & i'm putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall

[deseos-de-la-via-lactea]

source

[utah-mountain-drifter-deactivat]

[syn4k]

"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s

[joyflameball]

[prokopetz]

Remember: toe beans are the sign of a killer.

[prokopetz]

Funnily enough, I’m not 100% joking. While many animals have paw pads, the particular kind of soft, squishy beans found on housecats are an adaptation for stealth. Squishy beans mean you’re looking at an ambush predator.

[slippyflippers]

These are the beans of a killer, Bella.

[queermasculine]

never "look inside" yourself btw i just tried it and there was already someone in there looking back it was so awkward

[kamyiin]

It’s never too late

[wykart]

what do you mean my disability disables my abilities? what the fuck

[phantomrose96]

Hey kids, you need to start worrying a little less about getting “#mogged” and a little more about getting “#smogged”. This is an Air Quality Index public service announcement.

[rawstrap]

reblog to make someone bisexual

[junglejim4322]

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

[salmanfs1]

me & my messed-up sleep schedule vs the world.

[dramatic-dolphin]

in hungarian one of the words for bumblebee is dongó. anyways whenever a song has the phrase "baby don't go" in its lyrics (surprisingly often), i close my eyes to savor the beautiful picture it has painted in my mind's eye. bébidongó.... baby bumblebee 🐝

[redstonedust]

you'll spend so long in deep discussions of gender online and then go talk to someone in your real life family and find out they still havent gotten past "women can be good at things" and its like oh okay jesus christ i forgot some people are still on the baby steps huh

[herpsandbirds]

[niemalsgenugmr]

Don’t use AI to write. Use childhood trauma like a real poet.

[steelnail]

Are you free from your curse yet i miss you

[nealashitposts]

I cant go to my local libary anymore because last year when I stopped by a librarian was reading a book I wrote under a pen name years ago. This book sold under 10k copies and I've literally only heard people talk about this book online *if* I went looking for it so I went up to them and tried to start a conversation like "oh hey I've heard of that book is it good?" Like hoping for some real feedback and she goes "yeah I love reading things by queer writers" and in a moment of terror I was like "oh but- hold on, I thought the author was some old hetero white guy?!" A thing I thought because I used my own dead grandpa's picture for the author pic because grandpa never had internet. I fake looked it up and was like "yeah if he was queer its not public?" And without looking up this absolute unit goes "oh the author bio is obviously fake. I'd bet my left leg the author is a west coast millennial non-binary queer who has never lived on the east coast." And then proceeded to rattle off a dozen linguistic flourishes that are specfic to the pacific northwest that are in the book and several that are nearly ubiquitous in the state where I said my pen name lives that are somehow completely absent from the book.

So you know. Got read for fifth and didn't even find out if she liked it.