o captain, my captain

Wednesday, Jul 26th 4,835 notes reblog

heavensghost

words from class of 2013 by mitski

Wednesday, Jul 26th 75 notes reblog

transjon

it wasn’t so bad i wasn’t that sick

Wednesday, Jul 26th 13 notes reblog

imo one of the funniest phases kids go through is the one where they don’t really have an actual opinion on something so they just kinda flaccidly voice any old opinion they’ve heard before and are extremely easy to convince otherwise if you push back on it at all because they’re just saying words recreationally. when my brother was like 4 i took him to the natural history museum in raleigh and there was a woman there who was allowing little kids to touch & hold snakes and his first reaction was a very unenthusiastic “ew! snake!” and when i went “nooo that snake is just a little guy he’s just chilling” he instantly went “aww cute snake :)” and wanted to hold it. i think about this constantly like he really couldn’t commit to this opinion for longer than about 25 seconds

best wishes gargoyle king

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harrytheehottie

kocurek1921

Elliot Page has the chance to do the single funniest thing in the history of Hollywood.

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firstfullmoon

When I was a kid, my father built a / hole down through the center of the house. / It started in the upstairs closet, a / black, square mouth like a well / with a lid on it, it plummeted down / behind the kitchen wall, and the raw / pine cloaca tip of it was / down in the basement where the twisted wicker / basket lay on the cement floor, / so when someone dropped in laundry at the top, it would / drop with the speed of sheer falling—in the / kitchen you’d hear that whisk of pure / descent behind the wall. And halfway / down there was an electric fixture for the / doorbell—that bell my father would ring and / ring years later when he stood at the door with that / blood on him, like a newborn’s caul, / ringing ringing to enter. But back / then he was only halfway down, a / wad of sheet stuck in the chute, / he could still fix the doorbell when it busted. / He’d stand his kids in front of him, / three skinny scared braggart kids, / and run his gaze over them, a / surgeon running his eyes over the tray, / and he’d select a kid, and take that kid by the / ankles and slowly feed that kid / down the chute. First you’d do a handstand on the / lip of it and then he’d lower you in,

the smell of pine and dirty laundry, / his grip on your ankles like the steel he sold, / he’d lower you until your whole body was in it / and you’d find the little wires, red and / blue, like a vein and a nerve, and you’d tape them together. / We thought it was such an honor to be chosen, / and like all honors it was mostly terror, not / only the blood in your head like a sac of / worms in wet soil, but how could you believe he would / not let go? He would joke about it, / standing there, holding his kid like a / bottle brush inside a bottle, or the / way they drown people, he’d lower us down as if / dipping us into the darkness before birth / and he’d pretend to let go—he loved to hear / passionate screaming in a narrow space— / how could you trust him? And then if you were / his, half him, your left hand maybe and your / left foot dipped in the gleaming / murky liquor of his nature, how could you / trust yourself? What would it feel like / to be on the side of life? How did the / good know they were good, could they look at their / hand and see, under the skin, the / greenish light? We hung there in the dark / and yet, you know, he never dropped us / or meant to, he only like to say he would, / so although it’s a story with some cruelty in it, / finally it’s a story of love / and release, the way the father pulls you out of nothing / and stands there foolishly grinning.

Sharon Olds, “The Chute”

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micahruiz

transfemme and transmasc solidarity!
(prints available)

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kleefkruid

I like it when people add '_eng' to a downloadable file to show it's the English version because eng means scary in Dutch and downloading files from the internet is very scary indeed

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lilaccheese sent:

j-san, you mention neko-pathy... how to master this skill of communication??

straycatj replied:

Look at the face of a small cat

Feel how the cat is feeling

It"s the training of neko-pathy