#agooduniverse

[humaintain]

from the tinyletter i sent out just this saturday, “the waiting is[n’t] essential”. (i love you, ada limón)

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it does feel unnerving, doesn't it? knowing that this pause we have now will not be going away soon, at least not until the researchers, scientists, and medical personnel (bless their hard work & effort, & may they get the protection they need) find out a vaccine or a cure. i just hope because of this – after seeing the incompetence of our institutions and how demands that were seen as "impossible" were actually possible – we move the tipping point of this world into the direction of sustainability and accountability. we organize. we demand what are our rights. we amplify. i'm just so scared of what will happen if we just accept this as normal, when the pandemic starts to subside: if the world will just continue to descend into accepting intolerance and wealth disparity.

this is what i meant by the "is[n't]" in the title – physically, in these circumstances, of course we must wait. but the work of community, the work of bettering the world – it can always start now.

[hestiea]

Catherine Wolfe, “Incandescence”

[porchbirds]

PLZ reyna plz drag my gf 4 me: cancer sun/libra moon/leo ris

Either crying with LOVE or else won’t admit 2 an emotion for any mount of money n it all depends on her Mood.

She, at any given moment: “Hey babe watch me do this extremely very dumb thing bc its Fun n im Cute” 

She, the next moment, probably in her head: “I am the Only responsible person i know i can’t believe i have to do Everything n everyone would Die if i didn’t.” 

OK cook. weird taste in food. 

[hekahte]

tongue weighed heavy with the same set of words, a sigh, manifest. IF SOMEONE ELSE HAD THIS BODY THEY COULD DO IT BETTER.

all of the titles to the journals that i never wrote go: me—not me—me but not me—a how-to guide on human dissection like she never even mattered.

the simplicity in a girl tired of being a litany of redactions, so halve her down the middle in the hope that something good pours out.

                                            or anything at all. now, consider —

i am stuck with this body and reclaiming myself.

annotation,  s.a.

[buckying]

Not all Virgos were created equal

Sometimes you're just lucky enough to meet someone who changes your life, who makes you a better person, a healthier and happier person. This crazy website that can be so harsh and angry ended up giving me the softest thing in my life, my friendship with Emma.

IM SO GLAD YOU WERE BORN ON THIS DAY AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

It's @agooduniverse birthday and her phone is broken so she may not be getting messages BUT you can always head on over to her inbox and wish her a happy birthday, because she literally deserves the absolute best, always.

[brittneymelvin]

[natalieweepoetry]

    we hadn’t understood yet where the empty comes from even though we had been told girls were always wanting to be filled.

— Natalie Wee, from “Mirror,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

[oldnebulabooks]

LIMBO

these endless dirt roads; i hate them. the trees press close and each lost hour guides us closer towards the night.

is this the sum of it? darkness clotting in the glove compartment,  ghosts dissolving under strips of yellow light?

i couldn’t tell you what the woods look like. only that they hold something frail, and flickering.

— e. kathryn